Beyond In-laws

Chapter 1: Shalini's wedding trip ignites forbidden passion

 "Namaskar Baba." I greeted my father-in-law before bending down to touch his feet as a customary display of respect towards an elder. I was standing at the gate of the large house owned by my in-laws.

"Ayushaman Bhava!" He blessed me, placing his hand on my head.

As I stood up, he gently held my shoulders and pulled me into an embrace. I happily hugged him, but a moment later, I noticed his hug tightening around me. I felt my breasts pressing into his chest, a little more than necessary. I felt odd, but I held on, thinking maybe he was a bit too happy to see me. The embrace lingered a few seconds more than needed.

As we parted, we smiled at each other before he called in one of the house help to carry my luggage.

Vishwanath Deshmukh, or Baba as we all call him, is my father-in-law. He is the patriarch of our family. The family owns large tracts of farmland around the village. It also owns a large successful dairy processing unit with over 300 cows and buffaloes. The family also runs a school and junior college. Children from nearby villages and towns attend the school. All this makes the Deshmukh family very wealthy and influential.

But this wasn't always the case. Baba's parents were farmers with a small parcel of land. Baba had an older brother, Hari, who stayed back to work in the fields while Baba joined the army as a recruit. During his decade long service in the army, Baba was a star athlete, representing the army in sports such as athletics and boxing. He also saw some action in counter insurgency operations in the northeast.

Baba had to quit the army and return home after the untimely death of Hari. On his return, Baba used the savings and retirement money he got from the army and bought more land around their existing farms. He also used modern farming techniques and tools to improve the yield of the farms. With the money he earned from farming, he bought more land and made more money. The cycle continues to this day. He also started a dairy products production plant and a school in his village. Today hundreds of people work for him, making him an influential person in the district.

Baba used his wealth and influence to dabble in politics as well. He was the village Pradhan, and a member of the district council for several terms.

I always knew Baba as a stern man with few words. He intimidated everyone, including me. I had hardly spoken to him ever since I had known him. But over the course of the last couple of years, he had opened up to me. He spoke to me a lot more and even laughed and joked with me. I thought that age had softened him.

"How have you been, beta?" He asked me as we walked side by side into the house.

"Everything is fine, Baba. I am so excited to be here for Nikhil's wedding. I've been looking forward to this for so long." I replied as we walked towards the courtyard of the house.

It was a large house, typical of what was found in the countryside and built by Baba's father several decades ago.

Above the large teakwood door was a stone arch which gave way to the living area. The house had a courtyard allowing plenty of light and air to pass through the house. To the east of the courtyard was a large dining table where a dozen people could eat at a time, and the kitchen was to the north of the dining room and a storeroom behind the kitchen. A large temple room was to the south of the dining table. Baba performed a pooja in the temple every morning before starting his day.

There was a large wooden swing with brass chains and hooks to the west of the courtyard with sofas and coffee table, making it the living room of the house. To the northwest of the courtyard was the first bedroom, originally used by Baba's mother in her last days. The courtyard had 4 thick but beautiful carved sagwan wood pillars with vines running along their tops. The house was mostly made of wood, with brickwork walls.

Adjacent to the bedroom were the stairs which led to the first floor. The first floor had four more bedrooms, each with their own bathrooms and balconies.

The house was full of people. The extended family had gathered for my brother-in-law, Nikhil's wedding, which was to happen a couple of days from now in the bride's hometown. Nikhil was my husband's younger brother. Like his brother, Nikhil also had an engineering degree from a top ranked college before settling down here to help Baba run his estate.

"Shalini!" I heard my mother-in-law call out to me from the courtyard. She was sitting on a chair, surrounded by the ladies of the house, getting mehendi etched on her hands.

Suman, who I fondly called as Aai, is my mother-in-law. A warm, affectionate and docile woman, she gets along well with everyone. She is everyone's favorite in the family and the exact opposite of Baba; short, chubby, talkative, cheerful and very loving.

Aai and Baba got married at a very young age, as was the custom during those days. With a secure job in the army, a 20 year old Baba married an 18 year old Aai. A year later, Rahul was born, followed by Nikhil a couple of years after.

"Hi Aai. How are you?" I greeted her before touching her feet and then hugging her. "I am busy, as you can see. Haha..." she said excitedly.

"That I can. After all, it's your son's wedding," I replied as I sat on a chair in front of her.

"Where is my son?" Baba said in his usual stern manner.

"Your son is busy working. He sends his regards and apologies for not being able to attend," I replied.

"I don't understand how work is so important that he can't even find a couple of days of time to be there for his brother's wedding," Aai said, sounding disappointed, as she should have been.

"Upcoming elections are keeping him busy, Aai. His regular work is hectic and the election duty has only added to it. He barely gets time to come home. He wanted to come and was sad about not being able to," I replied, trying to justify my husband's absence.

"That is nonsense. What's the use of having a cushy government job when he can't find time for anything?" Baba said, sounding the most annoyed.

"I wanted him to stay here and look after the family business, but he wanted to become an IAS. What's the use of being a Saheb if you can't find time for your family?" Baba said, sounding not just annoyed but genuinely disappointed.

"Does he find time for you, beta?" Aai asked.

"Ya... sometimes... but I'm used to that now," I replied.

Just then, my phone started ringing. It was my husband, Rahul.

"Looks like he started getting hiccups," I said, pointing the phone at my in-laws, referring to the old myth in India. We all burst out laughing.

"Hello. Ya... I just reached home. Baba had sent a car to pick me up at the station. Ya... ya... here, speak to them," I said, handing over the phone to Baba.

My husband spent the next few minutes explaining, apologising to his parents. After the call, I went upstairs to meet the groom, my brother-in-law, Nikhil. I spent a few minutes talking to him before Aai called me downstairs for the mehendi.

I sat on a chair in the courtyard while the mehendi artist went to work on my hands. The mood of the house was joyous, with laughs and giggles all around.

But between those laughs and giggles, I noticed my father-in-law stealing glances at me every now and then. I noticed those glances weren't the regular ones and felt as if he was checking me out. I had first noticed his glances a year ago when both Aai and Baba had visited us. I ignored it the first few times I caught him but noticed his gaze either on my chest or on my butt every time I was around him.

I also noticed that his behaviour had changed with me. Baba was usually a stern man with few words. I had always known him like that and was a bit intimidated by him when I first came into this family a decade ago. But during his last visit to our house, I sensed he was being more chatty with me, a lot more than usual. Before that, Aai talked to me the most, with Baba just being in the periphery. After that visit, Baba would occasionally call me, speaking to me briefly, asking about me or Rahul or our son.

But that was just the last time, but today, the way he gave me a tight hug, it gave me goosebumps. He had never done that before, restricting himself to only blessing me.

I married Rahul almost 12 years ago. It was an arranged marriage, like almost all of them in India. After graduating with a degree in computer sciences, I was working in a tech company in Bangalore. My father rang me up one day telling me about a marriage prospect. He was a newly minted IAS officer, and one of my mom's friends had referred the proposal to us.

That he was an IAS was enough for everyone to say yes, and meeting Rahul was merely a formality, though I did like him on the first date. A whirlwind courtship lasted only a few months before we got married. I was 23 and Rahul was 28. My husband's job was not just transferable, but being a junior IAS, he was posted mostly to small towns in the countryside as SDM. I decided to quit my job and move with my husband to a small town in anywhere India.

With a large house, domestic help and staff at my beck and call, I had a comfortable life wherever we went. The early years of our marriage were usual, full of romance and frantic lovemaking. My husband spent the days in office, running the government and nights, fucking me silly and breeding me, which resulted in our son Aarav being born a year and a half into our marriage.

As years passed on, I got busy with my son and the household and Rahul got busier with work. He was slowly climbing the administrative ladder, being posted to bigger districts and bigger departments. He would be away for days at a stretch on inspection visits and spent long days at work. Even when he was home, he would be surrounded by his staff and paperwork.

Between his work and my household responsibilities, our lovemaking became infrequent and drab. But I wasn't complaining. I was living the lavish life of an IAS wife. Being his wife, it was my responsibility to attend functions and socials frequently, which also kept me busy.

After our wedding, we moved four times and every time we moved, we had to look for a new school for our son, which affected his studies. So after he turned ten, we got him admitted to a reputed boarding school in the hills. With that, I had a lot of free time on hand as I didn't need to work, nor did I have to look after our son and my husband being forever busy, contrary to the popular belief that government jobs are stress free.

My parents and in-laws would visit every few months to give me company and during the last visit of my in-laws, I noticed my father-in-law's gaze.

-

The mehendi was followed by a lavish lunch with all members of the family, like aunts, uncles and cousins, at the dining table. After lunch, I went to my bedroom upstairs. It was my husband's room when he lived here, and we would stay there every time we visited. I changed into a comfortable maxi gown as worn by many married women in India. Later, I took a much needed nap after the long journey by train to get here.

In the evening, I joined everyone downstairs for tea. I went to the kitchen to lend a helping hand to Aai aunts, who were busy preparing tea and snacks for everyone.

"Give this cup to Baba." Aai said, handing me a cup of piping hot tea. He preferred it without sugar, not because he had diabetes but because he was health and fitness conscious. I walked out of the kitchen with the cup of tea and a few biscuits on a tray.

Baba was sitting in the living area. He was sitting on a couch alone with some relatives near the dining area. I walked around the courtyard and reached him. He was reading a newspaper and closed it and sat up straight when he saw me coming.

"Thank you so much, Shalu." Baba said as I approached him with tea.

'Shalu?? He had never, ever called me Shalu before. Even my husband never called me that,' I thought as I bent down to keep the tray on the table in front of him.

After placing the tray on the table, I looked at him and noticed his gaze not on my face, but on my chest. I was wearing a loose gown with a deep neck and when I bent down, he got a very good view of my cleavage. Though I was wearing a bra, my ample bosom popped out.

He was so engrossed at staring at my breasts that he didn't realise that I had caught him. A couple of seconds later, he looked at me, but instead of being embarrassed or stumbling for an excuse, he simply looked at me and smiled. That smile made my pussy quiver instantly. It had been a long time since someone had leered at me so hungrily and even though it was my father-in-law, my body sensed a man and reacted to a man's gaze and reacted accordingly. I felt it quiver, followed by a feeling of dampness between my thighs.

I quickly stood up before anyone could see me bending over and him leering at my tits. He looked up at me and smiled and I, instead of being offended or even pretending to be offended, I gave him an awkward smile before walking away.

-

I didn't realise how quickly the day passed. I spent the evening catching up with the family on my husband's side, most of whom I was for the first time after my wedding. I also helped the ladies with cooking in the kitchen. Then everyone had dinner.

After dinner, some of the men went outside the house for a stroll while the ladies sat in the courtyard chatting and preparing for the following day.

Baba sat in his favorite corner, the living area. He spent some time on the large wooden swing before making himself comfortable on the couch nearby.

"Suman," he called out to Aai after some time.

"Haan?" she replied. She was sitting on the floor in the courtyard. Baba's sister Kamala was applying hair oil to Aai's hair.

"Can you come here and apply oil to my feet?" He asked.

"Give me some time. Kamala is oiling my hair, and I still have some chores left. I will do it after."

"Hmmpfff... I need to go to bed sometime," he replied, sounding a bit annoyed.

"Pch... this man has no patience." Aai said under her breath and a few ladies around giggled. She looked around a bit and then looked at me. "Shalini beta, can you please go and rub some oil on his feet? His feet start aching after a long day in the fields and he has trouble sleeping. I do it every day, but today, I need a break. I am exhausted."

"Okay Aai. I'll do it. Where is the oil?" I asked her.

"It's in the kitchen, on the shelf to the left." She replied.

I got up and went to the kitchen to get the oil.

"Aho... Shalini will help you today." Aai said to him loudly from across the house.

"Hmmpff..." Baba replied.

I got the oil and walked to the living area where Baba was seated. I sat near his feet in front of him. He was wearing a lungi, which he pulled up a couple of inches, revealing his feet up to the ankles.

"Your feet hurt?" I asked as I rubbed some oil between my hands.

"I go every day to the fields and spend the day there, standing for almost the whole day and they start to hurt a bit. Your Aai applies some oil, which gives me some relief and helps me sleep," he said as he put his right foot forward, placing the hell on my lap.

I started rubbing the oil on his foot, reaching a couple of inches above the ankle before sliding my hands down to the heel and toes.

I heard Baba sighing in relief. I looked up at him and saw his eyes were closed. I massaged his foot, occasionally pressing it, which made him sigh louder.

"Your hands are soft, Shalu," he sighed. I looked up at him; he was looking at me with his eyes half open. I blushed and smiled at him.

A couple of minutes into the massage, I noticed something move. I looked up again, but Baba's eyes were closed, and his head was resting against the back of the couch. But before I could look back down, I saw his crotch twitch

I watched his lungi bounce up and down every time I pressed his foot with my hand. I tried to ignore it, thinking it could be a natural reaction of a man to a woman's touch, but the more I massaged his foot, the more his penis twitched under his lungi to a point that the tent of his lungi became apparent.

Was he unaware of his body's reaction or was his ignorance on purpose? Was he shameless enough to sport a full blown erection in front of his daughter in law?

I tried to ignore it, not look at it and continued massaging his feet, but curiosity got the better of me. I looked up at his thighs and saw the tent rising up through his thighs prominently. He was still facing up with his eyes closed, unaware of his poking hard on.

He sighed and moaned as I massaged his foot. I was not sure if his sighs and moans were from the pain relief my massage was giving him or were they from the pleasure of my touch. It seemed to be the latter because of the evident erection.

As much as I tried to brush it away, my body, deprived of any male attention for weeks, responded to this sight. My nipples started hardening. It had been a long time since I had seen a man moan and sigh at my touch. Rahul had been too busy with work, so things had been very cold in the bedroom. So, even if it was absolutely morally wrong, my natural instincts acted up here.

I had to put a stop to it before anyone noticed Baba's obvious boner in front of his daughter in law.

"Baba... uhh... I think you should cover your thighs before Aai comes here." I said, albeit awkwardly.

The moment I mentioned Aai, Baba opened his eyes and sat up straight. He looked down at me and then his erection before grabbing the newspaper lying nearby and placed it on his thighs.

"Ohh... yes... uhh... sorry... ya." He fumbled with words. Itwas the first time I had seen a usually confident Baba, so awkward.

"I think that's enough," he said as he pulled his feet back.

"Okay. I hope you felt good, Baba," I said and giggled.

"Haha... yes... uhh... the pain in my feet is gone... hehe..." he replied.

I stood up first and then bent down to pick up the bottle of oil, giving him yet another fleeting glimpse of my ample breasts, enclosed tightly in my bra. Baba couldn't help but ogle at them for a brief moment.

I went back and sat with the women in the courtyard. They were all so busy chatting that no one bothered to look at us the whole time. I looked at Baba a few times and noticed him observing me from the couch. I realised that I had lit a flame.

-

It was well past midnight before everyone went to bed. Baba went to bed soon after the massage, but the ladies and some other relatives stayed on. Even though I was tired, they kept me hanging around.

I finally made it to my bedroom. I closed the door and crashed on the bed. The journey by train had been long and exhausting, and the day in the house was busy. I wanted to get some sleep, but it kept avoiding me.

Events of the day played in my head, especially the incidents with Baba. First, he ogled at my cleavage in the evening and then the foot massage I gave him after dinner kept playing in my mind.

My father-in-law clearly had the hots for me. It was evidently clear from the boner he got at my mere touch. What surprised me even more was my reaction to all this. Instead of just brushing it away, I, in a way, silently encouraged him, especially with the cleavage show I gave him after the foot massage.

'This is wrong! Morally, socially, and ethically. He is my father-in-law for God's sakes, my husband's father!' I silently scolded myself. But my body unconsciously reacted to a man's attention, even if the man wasn't my husband, but his father.

My mind and body played tricks with me. My mind would flash images of his lusty gaze and his lungi covered hard-on every few seconds to which my body would react, and then my mind would throw up lessons of morality.

My body seemed to have triumphed when my hands reached down inside my panties and started playing with my pussy. My pussy, which had been deprived of male attention for so long, instantly reacted to my own touch. I tried to think as much as I could about my husband as I furiously fingered myself, but my mind kept flashing images of Baba, which only hastened my orgasm.

I covered my mouth with my hand as I came hard from the self-induced orgasm. My body thrashed and writhed as I came for several seconds. I felt a sense of relief wash over me when it ended, as if an enormous burden had been lifted. I didn't realise when I fell asleep in that state.

-

I woke up in the morning a little later than usual. I slept well all night and needed rest for the hectic week ahead.

I freshened up and went downstairs to find the house completely silent. There was no one in the house. I then remembered that everyone had planned to go to a temple in a nearby town. Aai had insisted I join them, but I excused myself out of the plan because I was too tired to wake up that early.

I went to the kitchen and made myself a cup of tea. I knew everyone would be back by lunchtime and I had a good three hours to relax. As I was having tea, I heard some movement in the house. I followed the noise to the ground floor bedroom and noticed the backdoor of the bedroom open. That door led to a small garden in the back.

I walked to the door and peeped through to find Baba using a wooden mace to work out. He was lifting it and then swinging it around his shoulders before repeating the same the other way round. He was wearing only a langote, a loincloth worn around the groin.

He saw me and smiled at me while swinging the mace around him.

"Good morning!" he called out.

"Good morning, Baba. I am sorry I disturbed you. I'll leave you alone," I said.

I was about to turn around when he said, "Nonsense. You aren't disturbing me. I don't mind you sitting here. I will have someone to talk to."

"Okay," I said before sitting down on the stairs in front of the door.

"You didn't go to the temple?" he asked.

"Aai had asked me, but I was too tired after a long journey. And anyway, we will be going back after the wedding." I replied.

"Yes. You should rest. The next few days are going to be hectic," he said.

"Why didn't you go Baba?" I asked him as I took a sip of tea.

"I have some work at the dairy in the afternoon. It will be too hectic after a visit to the temple. That's why I arranged a bus for everyone to go together. They will be back by afternoon," he replied, swinging the mace around him. He had done at least 20 reps since I saw him and I knew that the mace was very heavy.

"You work out like this every day?" I asked, out of curiosity.

"Yes... every day for the last 50 years," he replied proudly.

I knew he wasn't lying. It was obvious looking at him. He was tall, easily six feet tall. All men in this family were tall. Rahul was as tall as Baba and Nikhil was a couple of inches taller than both of them.

Baba wasn't just tall, he was lean and muscular. He was an athlete during his younger days and maintained himself over the years. There were several photos of him during his younger days in the house, and his incredibly fit body was evident in those photos. Though with age, the aesthetics of his body had changed, but he still was an incredibly fit man.

All that rigorous training and discipline had rewarded him. He looked a lot younger. Some even teased him and called him Anil Kapoor for looking a lot younger than age. Not that he looked like Anil Kapoor, I thought he was better looking.

Right now he was standing in front of me, dressed in only a langote. He had a head full of hair, which had streaks of grey, a chiselled face with a sharp jawline and sporting a thick moustache, common among Indian men his age. He had broad shoulders, lean muscular arms and pecks and a flat stomach. His chest was full of grey hair which spilled over to his abdomen. His thighs and legs were muscular, too. The langote barely covered a couple of inches below his crotch, revealing nearly everything. It didn't matter that he was old, Baba possessed a body that far younger men would envy.

I didn't realise when I started staring at him. He noticed, but didn't say anything and continued working out for another couple of minutes before slamming the mace to the ground. The loud thud of the mace pulled me back from my trance.

"Rahul used to work out with me too before he got selected," Baba said as he wiped the sweat off his body with a towel. He stood with his hands on his hips in front of me as he spoke.

"Yeah... He used to during the early years of our marriage. Now he doesn't get the time. He leaves for work early but does go for a short morning walk," I replied.

"Haa... morning walks... at least he should run," Baba replied dismissively.

"He was very fit when we got married and still is compared to men around him. But trust me, Baba, government jobs, or at least his job, isn't easy. He barely gets time," I replied.

"Yes... I remember we both used to do over a hundred push ups back then," he said proudly.

"I have seen him do only fifty," I said.

"Rahul has gone soft. At forty, he can do only fifty pushups? I can still pull off a hundred easily," he said.

"Baba, you're just boasting now. C'mon. A hundred pushups at your age? Aren't you 60 years old?" I said dismissively.

"I am not boasting. I will prove it to you right now," he replied in a challenging tone.

"I am right here Baba." I replied.

"How about a bet? If I can do a hundred pushups, then I win," he challenged.

"Okay... I accept," I replied playfully.

Baba handed me the towel and stood in the middle of the garden, a few feet away from me. He then got on his hands and feet in the pushup position.

"Keep a count," he said, looking at me.

I nodded. "One... two... three..." I started counting. He started really strong. Going up and down quickly. "Twenty one... twenty two... twenty three..." I kept counting as he kept doing pushups.

The loincloth was wet with sweat and sticking to his butt. It was white, and I could clearly see through. His muscular back flexed with each rise and fall.

"Forty Eight... Forty Nine... Fifty..." I counted.

He suddenly stopped, still crouching over. He looked at me and said, "This is where your husband stops. Now watch me." Then he winked.

I bit my lips in embarrassment as I watched him go back to work.

"Seventy seven... Seventy eight..." I kept counting, and the man showed no signs of stopping, just maintaining a steady pace.

"Ninety... ninety one... ninety two... C'mon Baba... just eight more..." I started rooting for him. Even if he stopped now, I would concede. It was clearly a very impressive feat for a sixty-year-old.

"Ninety nine... Hundred..." I counted the last push up.

He stopped and kneeled, raising his hands in victory. I also raised my hands and clapped, very impressed.

"I won... I told you this 'old man' still got it," he said cockily.

"Okay, okay... I accept defeat... Now... what do I have to do?" I asked between the laughs.

"Well..." he said as he got up and started drying his body with a towel. What I immediately noticed was that he was not out of breath, not even close. "How about you apply oil to my body right now? I will go for a bath. Usually Suman does it, but today she's not here," he said. Application of oil to the body is a common practice in India where the weather can be dry and hot. Oil keeps the skin lubricated and soft.

"Uhhh... you want me to apply oil to your body right now?" I asked.

"Yeah... right here... Suman does it every day," He replied, plainly.

"Baba... but here in the garden, someone might see us." I replied with a bit of hesitation and embarrassment.

"Aaah... then that's not a problem. We can do it in the bathroom. That way, I can have a bath immediately after," he said as he climbed up the stairs and stood next to me. "C'mon..." he patted my shoulder and went inside.

I trembled as I felt his hand on my shoulder. The idea of rubbing oil all over my near naked father-in-law not just embarrassed me; but to my shame, it also aroused me. And why wouldn't it arouse me? I had clearly seen the man displaying his extraordinary physical prowess, all the while showing his incredible body.

I looked around to check if anyone had seen us. After making sure the coast was clear, I got up and went inside.

When I entered the bathroom, Baba was already sitting on the small stool, and I thanked God he hadn't taken off his langote. I pulled up the gown above my knees and tied it in a knot around my waist. That way I kept it from getting wet and it also allowed some room to move freely.

I then poured a generous quantity of warm oil, which I had fetched from the kitchen on one hand before rubbing it on both of my hands. Starting from his shoulders, I applied and rubbed in the warm oil using deep strokes. I then went down to his arms. I had seen his muscles from a distance and now I could feel them with my hand.

His muscles were hard, his skin was soft, yet firm. I knelt down before taking another fistful of oil. Baba sat up straight and pushed his chest out, giving me room to oil his torso. Just like his shoulders and arms, his chest was muscular and well defined. His stomach was almost flat with just a bit of fat, which was okay, considering his age. His muscles and the thick patch of hair on his torso felt different, but good.

"Hmmmm... your hands are soft, but you know how to do a deep massage, Shalu..." Baba said appreciatively.

"Hehe... thanks Baba... I used to do this to Rahul quite often but now apply oil to him only on Diwali morning," I replied.

I tried to maintain a sense of composure, but inside I was burning. My body felt hot, I had goosebumps already and my pussy was throbbing and leaking. I looked in the mirror behind him and saw my cheeks had turned red from a flush of blood.

After I finished oiling his torso, I stood up and went behind him. I then took the bowl of oil and started pouring the oil directly onto his back. It needed a good quantity, as he was large. I then started rubbing his back, pushing my fingers deep into his skin.

"Ummm... that's good... that's the spot..." he moaned.

I slowly rubbed the oil all over his back, focusing on his shoulders and arms and then sliding down to his back. I spent a few minutes massaging his back.

"Done Baba... now you can have a bath." I said as I stood up.

"We are not done. What about my legs?" he said with a mischievous smile.

"Can't you do it by yourself?" I pleaded.

"Bet is a bet. I won, and you lost. Now be a gracious loser and finish what you started," he said tersely.

Son and father are both so competitive, I thought. Rahul too loved a challenge and would enjoy making me work after winning. "Okay Baba," I replied.

"How about you sit on the stool and I will stand. That way, you can massage my legs easily," he said before standing up.

Baba then held my hand and guided me to the stool. I sat on the stool and he stood in front of me, barely half a foot away. His langote covered crotch was right in front of me. I looked up at him and he gestured to me with his raised eyebrows to continue.

With a palm full of oil, I started massaging his feet, slowly moving up his legs. They were remarkably muscular and his calves were firm because of years of regular exercise and the physical nature of his work. I spent some time massaging his calves and shins. I looked up at him now and then and he looked back at me with a smile - a rather triumphant smile.

The house was empty and I, a 35 year old married woman, was massaging my 60 year old father-in-law's legs, in his bathroom. My father-in-law had just a thin loin cloth covering his crotch, whereas I had a flimsy cotton nighty on with my legs showing as I had pulled by my gown up to my knees for ease of movement.

"I am sorry, I have a very hairy body," he said, looking down at me.

"Why are you sorry, Baba?" I asked curiously.

"Young girls like you find hairy men repulsive, don't they?" he asked.

"Haha... the media has brainwashed our generation with hairless men, so..." I said, shrugging.

"But a hairy body is a sign of high testosterone," he said.

"Yes... I have heard that..." I replied, trying to gauge the direction of the conversation.

By now my hands were roaming freely on his thighs, massaging them with oil. I was careful not to let my hands wander close to his crotch. I had stolen a few glances, and his erection was obvious. Unlike last night, he was not only a few inches away from me and this time, he wasn't wearing a lungi. I could clearly make out his erect phallus under the thin cloth of the langote.

"And men with high testosterone also have a high libido," he said suggestively.

"Ah... so that's why Rahul has a hairy body too... no wonder he wouldn't keep his hands to himself," I replied teasingly, steering the conversation in a completely different direction.

"Ah... yes... yes... that may be the reason," Baba said, stumbling for words, clearly taken aback.

"Can you turn on the hot water tap, Baba?" I asked, continuing the massage. He turned on the tap and the hot water started pouring into the bucket next to us.

A couple of minutes passed in silence as I continued massaging his thighs and legs and he kept watching me. I kept stealing glances at his tightly bound erection, unsure if he knew I was. This time his penis was forming a tent in his langote, but rather than straight up, it pushed back against his groin. It looked like a cucumber stuffed sideways under the langote. But the cloth was thick, which is why I could only make out its contour and couldn't see it properly.

I had to resist a powerful urge to touch it. My hands wandered near it, with the tip of my fingers brushing against the lower end of the langote. Every time my hands reached near, I could see his erection strain against the langote, as if trying to burst out. I could feel goosebumps rise on his body and on mine too.

'It looks as long as Rahul's, but... is it really that thick?' I wondered. Maybe the cloth was adding to the appearance of its unusual girth, I thought.

The bucket was now full and overflowing with warm water. I stopped the massage and stood up. "Baba... why don't you sit on the stool? I will give you a bath today," I said, pointing to the stool.

Baba looked surprised at my words. He looked at the stool and then at me for a second. "Shalu... the bet was only for an oil massage," he said.

"Yeah... but I thought I might as well do this, too. Your son doesn't have the time to get pampered by his wife; I thought maybe you'll like some pampering in his place," I replied.

"Hahaha... Unlike my son, I won't leave chances of being pampered by a pretty lady like you," he said and enthusiastically sat on the stool.

I stood in front of him with a mug of hot water and poured it on his head. Some of the water splashed on me, making my gown a little wet. After pouring a couple of mugs of water on his head, I took a dollop of shampoo in my hand and started applying it.

"You still have very nice hair, Baba. It's so thick and smooth. What's your hair care routine?" I asked him as my soapy fingers ran through his luscious hair.

"Hair care routine? What's that? it's just genetics, Beta," he replied with a chuckle.

"You're blessed in so many ways," I said.

"Really... what am I blessed with?" he asked.

"A nice head of hair, a great body, and a great co..." I abruptly stopped before I blurred it out foolishly.

"A great what? What was the last thing?" He probed naughtily.

"A great family... a great family..." I replied and started giggling, and so did Baba.

"Ya, God has been kind to me, but he has been generous to you," he replied.

"Generous? Ya, I mean I am married into a wealthy family and my husband is a senior bureaucrat," I replied before I poured a couple of mugs of warm water on his head, washing the shampoo away.

"Yes, but I didn't mean it that way," he said.

"Then what?" I asked naively.

"Buddhu... God has been generous to you. He has given you a very beautiful face and a great body," he replied.

"Great body?? I don't think that's true," I replied dismissively. I sat on my haunches and started applying soap on his body. I was now face to face with him as my hand roamed freely on his body, soaping it.

"Don't be so modest, Shalu. You know you have a great body," he replied.

Even though I tried sounding modest, Baba was right. God had been generous to me. I am five and a half feet tall, taller than most Indian women. My Indian genes have given me a head full of thick, luscious hair which flows down to my back. I wasn't fair like a kashmiri or a pahadi girl, but my slightly dark complexion added to my radiant, expressive eyes and a sharp nose. I have full, pink lips, which my husband loves to kiss and munch on.

In college, I was known as the skinny girl with big tits. My 32C breasts looked large for my petite frame, but after marriage and motherhood, my body filled up in the right places. My breasts grew to 34C. I went from wearing a size 28 pant to size 36. Fortunately, my stomach stayed relatively flat, and the growth happened mostly in my butt and thighs. Hair was always sparse on my body, even in the pubic area, and I made sure to remove it regularly, making my skin smooth, unblemished, and flawless. I had become what my husband teasingly called a MILF.

"It's not Rahul's high testosterone levels to blame, you know?" he said, breaking the silence.

"Huh...what?" I fumbled as he broke my chain of thought.

"There is more than one reason why Rahul can't keep his hands off you," he said.

"Accha? And what is it?" I asked.

"With a woman like you around him, it would be near impossible for men to resist the temptation, and that includes me," he replied shamelessly.

I looked at him with my eyebrows raised. He looked at me and winked. My soap coated hands were on his chest as we continued staring at each other.

"You're such a flirt, Baba..." I said with a giggle and playfully threw a handful of water on his face. He turned his face away laughing and then started splashing water on me, too. We splashed water on each other, laughing and giggling like teenagers. He grabbed the mug and was about to pour the water on me when I pushed him away and tried running out of the bathroom. He tried grabbing my hand and pulling me back, but my soapy, slippery hands slipped out of his grip and I ran to the door.

"Hey... we are still not done here," he called out.

I stopped at the bathroom door and looked back at him. He was covered in soap with just the wet, flimsy langote around his hip. I giggled looking at him and said, "Resist the temptation," and walked out.

When I walked into my room, I thought Baba would follow, but luckily, he didn't. He quietly finished his bath and got ready to go out. Baba knew he was treading a thin line and pushing it too far too early was unwise. He called me from the courtyard and told me he was going out for work and would be back by evening.

I was extremely aroused and turned on. He was flirting with me openly, and I responded to his advances. I feared falling to the temptation myself, having spent the entire morning with my stud father-in-law, watching his body closely and then touching his body during the bath. I spent the whole time aroused and dripping wet.

I was going to masturbate and relieve my arousal, but before I could, I heard the horn of the bus. Aai and the rest of the family were back. I quickly changed my clothes and went down to meet them. I spent some time with them and then went for a bath before proceeding with the rest of the day.

-

The rest of the day was uneventful. Baba came back by sunset and joined the family. We exchanged glances and smiles occasionally but kept our distance.

After dinner, the family dispersed with some men in the living area, ladies in the courtyard. Baba decided to go to bed early. Aai and the ladies decided to stick around and talk. I stayed with them for a while before retiring to my bed.

"Shalini beta. I'll sleep in your room tonight. Your Baba has already gone to sleep and I don't want to disturb his sleep. I hope you don't mind," Aai asked.

"That's alright Aai. You can sleep in our room. Good night everyone," I replied before heading upstairs.

I soon fell asleep on my bed. I woke up when Aai came in sometime later. She slept on the right side of the bed but after some time, walked out after Durga mavshi called her. The lights of the bedroom were off, and it was pitch dark. I soon drifted to sleep.

As I drifted into a deep sleep, my aroused and deprived mind started dreaming; wet dreams. Dreams about me and Rahul making love. It had been a long time since we had been intimate, and today's flirtatious morning had turned me on.

In this dream, I was lying on the bed and Rahul was near my feet, caressing my legs.

"Hey darling. It's been a long time since we did it. I couldn't handle it today. I need you," Rahul whispered.

"Hmmmm... it's been a long time indeed. I've been craving you as well... I need you too..." I groggily replied.

"Let me help you," he whispered back. I felt his hand gently slide my gown up to my waist.

"Hmmm... hehe... help yourself darling..." I whispered back. "Aaaaah..." I sighed as I felt his finger rubbing against my pussy. My already soaked panties were sticking to my skin.

"Wow... you're ready tonight," he whispered.

"Hihihi..." I giggled before turning around and lying down on my back. I felt him shuffle between my legs. He then tucked his finger under the crotch of my panties and pulled them to the side, exposing my pussy.

"You're in a hurry today," I whispered with a giggle.

"Ohhh yes I am..." he said before pulling my legs up and placing them behind his back.

I heard him shuffle around a bit before I felt the warm tip of his hard cock pressing against my pussy, ready to penetrate.

"Aaah... yess... Fuck me Rahul," I moaned, still sleepy.

"Yess... Suman... I am... huh??? Rahul?"

The moment I heard Suman, I woke up and opened my eyes wide.

"Who are you?" I said as I started moving my hands around, touching his face. I felt the face with my hands before I touched the moustache.

"Baba!!!!" I yelled, but he quickly held his hand against my mouth, shutting me up.

"Shalini???" Baba croaked.

"Hmmmppffff..." I moaned.

"What the fuck! Where is Suman? I thought she was sleeping here?" he asked anxiously.

"Ummpfff..." I moaned again.

"Shalini... don't scream please... I didn't do this on purpose. I thought you're Suman. Please don't shout. I will remove my hand from your mouth," he pleaded.

"Hmmm..." I replied.

He slowly and anxiously removed his hand and placed it next to my head.

"Aai was here. She was going to sleep here but then Durga mavshi called her and she left," I told him.

"Shit. I didn't know that. She usually sleeps on the right side of the bed. So I thought she was here. Why didn't you stop me?" he asked.

"I was sleeping, maybe dreaming. I thought you were Rahul, and it's too dark to see. That's why I called out his name," I explained.

We were talking in whispers. There was no one in the room besides us, but there were people elsewhere in the house. We couldn't risk being caught like this.

"Well... this is awkward... I am so sorry... I should leave," he said.

"I am sorry too and yes... you should go before someone sees us like this," I replied.

He said he was going to leave but didn't get up and I had asked him to leave, but my feet were still locked behind his back. Even through the confusion, my pussy was still moist. For the first time in months, I had a man so close to me. The mind knew it was my father-in-law, but my body only saw a man and no relations.

We stayed like this for a couple of minutes, looking at each other. By now, our eyes had gotten used to the darkness and we could see each other.

"I will go now," He finally said a couple of minutes later and started to move away.

Just then, we heard the giggling of women outside the room. It sounded like Aai and Durga Mavshi. They were right behind the door. We froze in fear and I clung to him, deathly afraid of being caught.

Baba quickly reached back and pulled the blanket over us, covering us entirely. He then laid my legs flat on the bed and then spread them a little. He then quickly got between my legs and laid down flat on top of me and pulled the blanket over his head, only keeping my head above the blanket. This way, it would appear that only I was under the blanket. The dark room and the dark brown blanket would make it difficult to figure out if someone else was under it.

His quick thinking saved us because a few seconds later, we heard the door open slowly. I closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep. I heard no one walk in, so I opened my eyes slightly and saw Aai peeping inside the room. She looked at me for a second before looking back.

"Durga... she's sleeping. Let's not bother her," she said before slowly closing the door. Once I heard the click of the closing door, I sighed in relief. We were an inch away from an absolute disaster.

"Is she gone?" I heard a whisper from under the blanket.

"Yes, for now," I said before pulling the blanket over my head.

"Wheewww... that was close," he whispered.

"Baba... can you please get up a little? I can't bear your entire weight." I squirmed under the weight of his entire body.

"Ohh... sorry..." he replied before he raised himself a little on his arms. His face was still on my breasts.

"Uhhh... Baba... it's okay now, you can come up a little," I said, a bit awkwardly.

"Okay," he replied before slowly inching upwards till he faced me. Now his face was just a few inches above mine.

We stared at each other blankly for a few moments. It was awkward but also arousing. My body was reacting accordingly. I could feel my nipples harden and my pussy moisten, and when I felt his cock 'accidentally' brush against my pussy, I realised that he was erect as well.

"They're still outside," he whispered, responding to the sounds of chitchat and laughter from the ladies outside.

"Hmm... ya, it's not safe to leave," I concurred.

"It's painful to stay like this. Can I move a little?" He asked a minute later. His forearms were taking the weight of his body and he had been in that position for some time now.

"Yes, Baba." I replied.

He slowly pulled his legs up, folding his knees. He then slid his knees under my thighs. His thighs were now bearing his weight while my thighs were now on his thighs, extending my legs behind his back. But by doing that, he brought his crotch right in line with mine. His cock was now resting on my abdomen. I could feel it an inch above the waistband of my panties. It was definitely erect and definitely long.

"Aaah, that's a relief," he said, not addressing the elephant in the room that was his naked, erect cock being so close to my naked, wet pussy.

The stuffy room, the thick blanket overhead, the fear of being caught and the obvious erotic tension that had built up had both of us sweating. I could see droplets of sweat pool on his forehead. I swiped his forehead with my palm and rubbed it against his arm.

"You're sweating," I said, trying to justify the move. "Your arms are strong Baba..." I said, running my hands along his arm and giving it a gentle squeeze.

"Haha... thank you... I proved it to you in the morning that I can still do a hundred pushups," he quietly chuckled. He then moved his hands to my arms. He gently squeezed and caressed them and said, "You have beautiful arms. Not too soft and not too firm."

"Thank you. I also work hard to maintain them," I replied playfully.

"I am sure you do. I have seen you take good care of yourself the last time we visited you," he said, still caressing my arms.

"I noticed you were observing my workout routine closely," I said teasingly, to which he laughed. He placed his hand on my forehead and swiped it across, wiping the sweat.

"You're sweating as well, Shalu," he said before putting his hand under the blanket and placing it on my left breast to wipe the sweat off.

"Haaa..." I gasped as I felt his hand squeeze my left breast.

"I needed something to wipe my hand and since you're wearing a sleeveless gown, I had no choice," he said, still keeping his hand on my breast, palming it under the pretext of wiping his hand.

I didn't respond to his bold move and behaved as if nothing was out of the ordinary. Though it made me visibly tremble, we both did not acknowledge it.

"You never called me Shalu before," I said.

"Ya... I thought of doing so now. I like the name Shalu... sounds cute," he explained.

"Ya, I like that too. But call me Shalu only when we're alone. You don't want Aai and Rahul noticing the sudden change," I said

"You call me Vishwanath or even Vishu... but only when we are alone," he said.

"Oh, so nice of you... But I prefer Baba. It sounds cute," I replied in the same vein.

"Haha...that's okay. Call me Baba," he replied. His hand was still on my breast. He had moved from gently palming my breast to gently squeezing it.

"I am sure your hand is dry now, Baba," I said with a giggle.

"Hehe... yes it is... but I like how this feels," he replied, shamelessly pawing at his daughter in law's breast. I did not reply or turn him down and that made him bolder. He cupped my breast and gave it a squeeze.

"Ummmm... Babaa..." I squirmed as I felt his palm brush against my erect nipple. I wasn't wearing a bra underneath, which I am sure he noticed.

"Does it hurt?" He asked. I chose not to reply.

He squeezed it a little harder and repeated the question. "Does it hurt?"

"Noooo...." I replied.

"Then how does it feel?"

"Gooooddd..." I sighed.

He continued squeezing my left breast for some time and then cupped my other breast with his other hand and repeated his actions. I continued to sigh and writhe as he continued to play with both my breasts.

"Can I move my hands a bit? Staying in this awkward position has stiffened them," I said after some time.

"Sure." He said, moving a little, giving me space to pull my hands from under him. I stretched my hands out before placing them on his shoulders.

He was now gently pinching and twisting my nipples over my gown. My eyes were closed, and my head was moving from side to side in pleasure. I moved my hands down his shoulders, over his back.

"Baba... you're sweating a lot," I said before pushing my hands under his vest and pulling it up to his chest. I caressed his sweat drenched back as he continued playing with my tits. My hand moved lower, and I first slid my fingers under his lungi and then the rest of my hands. I reached down to grab his butt and gave it a squeeze. His butt was surprisingly tight for a man his age.

"Aaaahaa..." he sighed when I caressed his ass and felt his cock twitch wildly, bouncing excitedly on my abdomen.

As my hands moved around his waist, the knot of his lungi came undone. He quickly straightened himself and I pushed it down his legs. He shuffled a bit and got rid of it. Baba was now completely naked from his waist down under the blanket. My gown was pushed up to my chest and my drenched underwear was tucked to the side. His cock was dangerously close to my aching, wet pussy.

His left hand let go of my breast and slowly moved down. It stopped at my naked waist and gave it a gentle squeeze, making me tremble and sigh. His hand then slowly moved down, passing my abdomen.

"Aaah...." I moaned when I felt the tip of his finger touch my engorged clit. I was surprised how easily he had found it in the dark.

His finger slowly moved up and down the length of my pussy, making me moan and sigh at the delicate touch. I moved my hands down to caress his naked butt before bringing them to the front. My right hand slowly slid down, gliding down his shaft before winding around it in a firm grip. My left hand slid further down and cupped his balls.

"Aaahh... Shaluuuu..." He moaned as my warm, soft hands held his hot rod.

In the morning I had gauged his cock to be massive but couldn't be sure as it was covered by the langote, but now that I could feel his naked meat, I realised I had guessed correctly. I probed his cock with my hand and found it to be long, thick, and firm. My fingers felt a bush of thick pubic hair at the base of his shaft. His balls were large and heavy, most probably full of cum, waiting to erupt.

Baba's finger probed my vagina. He flicked my clit, slid his finger down to my hole, and then to my anus. He then came back to my clit and started playing with it. I started playing with his cock by sliding his foreskin back and forth.

"Ummm...." I moaned as his finger expertly wriggled on my clit.

"Aaaahh..." he sighed as I slid his foreskin back and forth and fondled his balls.

We slowly started picking up pace, pleasuring each other with our hands. We were both moaning, sighing, and shaking under the blanket. Even in that state of ecstasy, we were careful to keep our volume low.

"Aaah... hmmppffff..." I moaned and bit my lips as he inserted a finger inside my pussy and started ploughing it back and forth. My hands started working on his cock faster, wringing his meat.

"Aaah... Shalu... that feels so good..." he whispered in pleasure.

"Aaaahh... Babaaaa..." I managed to moan.

The day's arousal had worked both of us up nicely and we were close to cumming. We both started shaking as our orgasms approached. We were getting close with each stroke and were about to burst when we heard the doorknob turn.

We quickly disengaged, and Baba literally jumped out of the bed and hid behind it. A moment later, Aai peered inside.

"Shalini... are you awake?" she whispered. I pretended to wake up just then and sat up. I couldn't see her face properly, with the light in the background shining brightly.

"I woke up and when you called me. What happened, Aai? Is everything okay?" I asked, feigning ignorance.

"Yeah, yeah... everything is fine. Durga mavshi was wondering if you wanted to join us ladies for a chat," she asked, still standing at the door.

"No Aai. I'm too tired. I will sleep. Tomorrow is a very busy day. You carry on," I replied.

"Yeah... tomorrow is going to be very hectic. I think I will also go to sleep. Let me tell them. I'll be back in ten minutes. You go to sleep, beta," she said before closing the door.

I quickly turned to my side and looked under the bed. Baba quickly sat up.

"She will be back now. You need to leave. How are you going to leave without running into her?" I asked in a state of panic.

"Don't worry about me. You go to sleep," he said before getting up. He grabbed his lungi from the bed and quickly tied it around his waist and quietly walked towards the balcony. He quietly closed the balcony door from the outside.

I breathed a sigh of relief and fell back on the bed. I was terrified but still horny and needed an orgasm to sleep peacefully. I quickly worked my pussy and came in a few seconds, thinking about what had just transpired. After I was done, I quickly tidied my clothes and turned to the side and closed my eyes. Before Aai could return, I fell asleep.

Chapter 2: The affair brews during the wedding celebrations.

"This patch of the road is a bit bumpy so hold on," Baba said as he slowed down the car on the highway.

We were on our way to the bride's village, where the wedding was to be held in two days. The wedding party consisted of two cars and a bus. The first car, a Toyota Innova, had me, Baba, and Aai. The second car was a Ford Endeavour with my brother-in-law Nikhil, and a couple of his friends. The bus was filled with the extended family and followed the cars.

Since it was a five-hour drive to the bride's village, we set out early in the morning, hoping to be there for the lunch hosted by the bride's family. Baba sat in the front seat next to the driver, whereas Aai and I sat in the back. I was behind Baba's seat and Aai was behind the driver.

We stopped for a small break after a couple of hours. Everyone had breakfast and a bathroom break before we set out again. This time, Baba was at the wheel while the driver sat next to him. Baba loved driving and when he had to travel long distances, he preferred it to taking the train or a flight.

Aai had trouble travelling by road. She would get motion sick and usually tried to sleep through the drive. Right now, she was sitting to my right with her eyes closed and head leaning back on the car seat. She was fast asleep, having woken up at dawn.

"Woah... that was a big pothole," I cried out as the car drove through a rather deep pothole.

"Sorry beta but the road is too bad. This road had been washed away during the monsoon floods. They haven't fixed it yet," Baba said. The road was bad, with deep potholes and bumps everywhere. The body of the car rolled and everyone inside moved like bop bags.

I was wearing a saree. Since I was the senior daughter-in-law of the family and we were going to go straight to the bride's house with no time to change my clothes, I preferred to wear a silk saree. The rolling motion of the car made the pallu of my saree slide down and fall on my thighs, exposing my blouse-covered chest.

I picked up the pallu and flung it over my shoulder and was adjusting it when I noticed Baba's gaze through the rear-view mirror. My deep cut blouse showed a lot of cleavage and within a second or two, Baba's hungry eyes were on it like a predator locking in on a prey. He gave me an impish smile while I smiled back kittenishly.

I was wearing a rose pink silk saree with a golden border. The blouse I was wearing was deeply cut, which honestly was a bit inappropriate for the occasion, but I thought my pallu would cover my chest. I hadn't considered my incorrigible father-in-law and his perverted gaze.

I looked over at Aai, who was in a deep slumber. She wasn't feeling good anyway and the bad road only made it worse. I then glanced at the left side mirror and saw that the driver wouldn't be able to see me since the mirror was tilted away from me, towards Baba.

I slowly pulled my pallu aside, just enough to give him a glimpse of my deep cleavage before sliding the pallu back into position. Baba looked into the rear-view mirror at me and then looked ahead to the road. I then slowly slid the pallu back, exposing a little more of the deep valley between my breasts and kept it there for a couple of moments longer. Baba was looking at me hungrily. Thank God the bad road made Baba drive slowly, and sparse traffic made it safer. I covered up again and simpered, looking at my horny and helpless father-in-law as he shuffled restlessly in the driver's seat.

I was equally turned on by such a perverted situation. My mother-in-law was sitting next to me, the driver was sitting in front of me and I was giving glimpses of my cleavage to my father-in-law who was driving. It was dangerous, but equally arousing. I kept checking Aai and the driver to see if they were noticing our decadent play.

Baba tilted the rear-view mirror downward, giving him a clear view of my chest and face. I sniggered as he did that and dropped my pallu for a few seconds, allowing him to give my cleavage and my well proportioned, blouse covered breasts a good look.

Every time I showed him my cleavage, he slowed down the car to look at it and sped up the car after I covered it.

This happened a few times, and the driver asked, "What happened, Saheb? Is the car okay?"

"Yeah yeah... the car is okay... it's just that I slow down before a bad path of the road," he replied as an excuse.

"The bad patch will end shortly. The road from here is in very good condition," the driver replied.

"Good... so we can get there on time," Baba said, turning his attention back to the road.

Our perverted game of peekaboo came to an end soon. The bad patch of road ended and Baba started driving fast, and Aai woke up.

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We reached the bride's village in a couple of hours. The hosts had made arrangements for us to stay in a house some distance from their own, closer to the venue of the wedding.

The hosts welcomed us at the house and after the pleasantries were exchanged, all of us were escorted inside. This house was similar to ours in its layout, but a little smaller. We all were allotted our rooms, and I got a room on the ground floor and Aai and Baba got a room next to mine. The rest of the family was given rooms on the first floor.

After freshening up, everyone assembled in the dining room. The hosts had hired a caterer for us and all arrangements were already done. There were two long dining tables laid out for us, with each table hosting 12 people. Nikhil took the first seat as the groom while I sat next to him. Aai sat opposite to Nikhil, while Baba sat in front of me. The table was covered with a tablecloth which flowed down to the floor on each side.

The mood was jolly and everyone was enjoying the elaborate and delicious food offered. As I was eating, I felt something against my feet. I looked at Baba, who was busy eating and talking to Nikhil and Aai. I thought it was an accidental touch and didn't respond. After a few seconds, I felt his foot on mine. This time, he kept it there for a second or two. This time, it was deliberate. I looked at him and he passed me a glance, but continued eating and talking to everyone. I could feel the ball of his foot and the toe on my soft skin. I playfully kicked his foot away and went on behaving as though everything was normal.

A minute later, I felt his foot again, but this time, he moved his foot up and down my right foot. I looked at him; he was looking at Nikhil and talking. I could feel goosebumps on my body. I stopped eating for a second and continued looking at him. I wondered why he was taking such risks here? Luckily, the long flowing tablecloth hid his naughty act.

"What happened, beta?" Aai asked, as she noticed me pausing.

"Nothing Aai... just listening to your conversation," I replied, trying to sound normal even as he caressed my foot.

Aai nodded and started eating again. Baba looked at me fleetingly and gave me a naughty smile. I bit my lip as I felt his toe slowly sliding up to my ankle and then slowly inch up a little. That was enough to jumpstart my arousal. I had been in a sensitive state of semi arousal ever since I had come here and the mutual masturbation session from two nights ago only fanned the flames inside me.

I trembled as his toe slowly slid up to my shin, pushing my saree up a little. This time, I didn't push him away and let him play as he pleased. He started gliding his foot slowly up and down my shin. I decided to play along and placed my left foot over his and slid it up to his ankle. I saw him shuffle a bit and look at me. He was doing a good job of behaving normally and so was I. The table cloth covered everything under our knees, so no one could see our little game of footie under the table.

He was moving his left foot on my right leg and I was gliding my left foot on his left leg. Since he was wearing a pajama under his kurta, I couldn't move up my foot a lot, but he was smoothly moving his foot up and down my shins since I was wearing a saree.

If I couldn't play with his legs, I thought of upping the notch. I slid my foot over his pajama covered leg, past his knee and then his thighs before I brushed my toe against his crotch. He visibly shook from my touch, which Aai and Nikhil noticed.

"Kay Aho? What happened?" Aai asked out of concern.

"Nothing... I bit into elaichi..." Baba replied, sounding a bit nervous.

Aai and Nikhil chuckled and went back to eating. All this while, the sole of my foot was pressed against his crotch. I could feel his erection against my foot. I stayed still for a while and then started moving my foot slowly up and down over the length of his erection. Baba, who was about to put a spoonful of food inside his mouth, stopped for a moment, then glanced at me before putting the spoon inside his mouth.

Baba's foot has stopped moving over my leg while my left foot was caressing his pajama covered cock. I gauged the length of his cock with my foot and then took his cock between my toes to gauge his girth. My toes were stretched painfully as I tried to fit his thickness between them. Baba slid his foot down my leg and pressed it against the toes of my foot. I raised my foot, allowing him to entangle his toes with mine.

I could feel his cock twitch against my foot and I could also feel my pussy throb with erotic excitement of the moment. I was indulging in foot play with my father-in-law with everyone around us inside the bride's house. It was risky, dangerous, yet so exciting.

We continued eating in that position with my left foot pressed against his cock while toes of his right foot entangled with the toes of my left foot. We disengaged after we finished our meals.

-

That evening, at the mehendi ceremony, Nikhil sat in the courtyard surrounded by the ladies of the house, including me. The mehendi artist drew a small mehndi design of Nikhil's right hand as a formality and then proceeded to draw the mehendi on the ladies' hands one by one.

The men of the family were in the periphery, looking at all of us, or talking amongst themselves. Baba, too, was among them. He would either sit in a corner for sometime or else spend time talking to relatives, but throughout I could sense his gaze on me. Between conversations and leisure, Baba was looking at me from the corner of his eye. I could feel his lustful gaze on my chaniya choli clad body even from a distance.

When my turn came, I sat with my hands on my thighs and palms facing upwards. The mehendi artist got to work and carved a beautiful design on my hands, which went all the way up to my elbow. She was done in twenty minutes. After she was done, she moved on to the next lady while I sat there, talking and laughing with everyone, waiting for the mehendi on my hands to dry up and set in.

While speaking to everyone, I glanced at Baba and always saw him looking in my direction or when he was speaking to someone, he would stand facing me. Our eyes met often, and knowing smiles were exchanged. Everyone around us was unaware of the brewing affair between a father-in-law and his daughter-in-law.

Sometime later, I looked around to find Baba had gone. I waited for a while and he didn't return. I excused myself and got up. I checked his room, and the other rooms, but didn't find him. I finally made my way to the roof and found him sitting in the corner.

"What happened Baba? Why are you here alone?" I asked as I walked towards him.

"Nothing. Just got bored. These wedding rituals have nothing for us men other than showing up," he replied as he looked towards the open sugarcane fields behind the house.

"Haha... that's true. But being the groom's father, you play a very important role," I replied.

"Yes, on the day of the wedding. But till then, who do I have to keep me company?" he replied, looking at me.

"There are literally two dozen people in the house to keep you company," I said.

"Suman is busy with the ladies. Nikhil is in his own world and I'm not in the mood to talk politics with the men at my son's wedding," Baba said, shrugging.

"Haha... you can't blame Nikhil. You forgot the one person who is keeping you company," I looked at him and smiled.

He looked at me from top to bottom and smiled back.

"You don't have time. You're busy like everyone else," he said, feigning sadness.

"Awww... but I had my attention on you the whole time. I know how you were looking at me," I said.

"How can anyone ignore you when you were looking so gorgeous in the chaniya choli?" Baba replied.

"Haha... thank you. At least someone praised me," I said.

"You're beautiful. The saree you were wearing was beautiful and the deep neck blouse in particular was fantastic," he said and winked.

"Hahaha.... liked what you saw?" I asked.

"Oh, yess... and I'd like to see some more," he remarked, looking at my choli covered breasts.

"This choli isn't as deep as the blouse, so you won't get a view like that," I replied.

"That's okay... you're looking gorgeous in this too, and I'm more interested in the full movie rather than the peep show," he replied shamelessly.

"Hawwwww... you naughty old man," I said, covering my mouth mockingly and playfully hitting my elbow on his arm. "But tell me... how do I look?" I said before twirling and facing him.

"Breathtaking," he replied in one word.

"Thank you. This choli is a little tight, though. I bought it a few years ago, and I have gotten a little fat," I said.

"You're not fat. You're voluptuous. Nice, curvy, perfect distribution of..." Baba described my body as he leered at me hungrily.

"Stop it, you horny fox," I cut him off with a chuckle. "By the way... how did you get down from my balcony that night?" I asked him, changing the topic.

"What? C'mon... I praised you so much and you won't say anything for this old man? How do I look?" he asked.

He was wearing a cream colored cotton kurta and pajamas. The kurta was a little loose, but his lean frame was evident.

"You're a handsome man, Baba. You look good in whatever you wear," I replied, praising him.

"Thank you. And how would I look if I'm not wearing anything?" he asked, smiling wickedly with raised eyebrows.

"Hahaha... how would I know? I haven't seen you like that," I said, suppressing my laugh.

I hadn't seen him naked, but I had seen enough to know how good he looked without clothes. That night I also touched his cock, which I knew would look impressive on his already impressive body. This conversation was clearly having an effect on us. I could already see signs of a building erection under his pajamas and I was pressing my thighs together to control my arousal.

"That morning you saw me in just a langote. So there wasn't much left to imagine," he replied, echoing my thoughts.

"Baba, you're incredibly fit. I won't be lying when I say I haven't seen a man as fit as you. And I am sure whatever is left to see is better than imagination," I replied.

"Aren't you curious?" he asked, stepping closer to me.

"I... uhh... I am," I stumbled with my reply as he stood so close to me.

We both looked at each other. I could see the flame of desire burning in his eyes and I'm sure he saw one too in my eyes.

"But you didn't tell me how you escaped that night," I said before stepping back. I changed the topic. This was risky territory, and being caught would be worse than a nightmare. He too realised it and backed off.

"Haha... well... I got down using the pipe near your balcony. My bedroom is directly below yours so I sneaked in and out of your room using that pipe," he replied.

"Hahaha... you're like a ninja," I teased him.

"Haha... a childhood of climbing trees and a decade in the army taught me how to climb," he replied proudly.

"How's my mehendi?" I asked, sitting next to him and extending my hands towards him. The mehendi was of an intricate design going from my fingertips right up to my elbow.

"It's beautiful," he said, looking at it.

"But waiting for it to dry is such a pain. My back is itching and I can't do anything about it," I replied, irritated.

"Don't worry, I'll scratch your back. Tell me where," he replied.

"Yes please," I said, turning my back towards him. "It's in the middle of the back," I said as I felt his fingers start to explore.

"Yeah... to the left... no... little lower... yesss that's it..." I moaned in relief as he scratched my back.

"Can you go a little lower? It's itching there too," I said. The hot weather and heavy lehenga gave me an itch.

"Here?" he asked as he scratched my lower back.

"Yess..." I moaned in relief.

"How about here?" he said as he moved his hand to my waist and squeezed it.

"Hahaha..." I laughed as he tickled my waist.

"And how about here?" he said as he brought his hand down to my butt and pinched it.

"Aaah... hahahaha... stop it..." I got up and moved away. "I don't have an itchy butt," I said, poking my tongue out. I turned around and left, giggling on my way out.

That evening, the family organised a sangeet program. Sangeet doesn't happen in Marathi weddings and is a staple for north Indian weddings. But Bollywood overdose had spilled into everything and now Sangeet was part of all weddings across India. Sangeet isn't a formal ceremony. It is nothing but a family get together where everyone sings, dances, drinks and has a good time. It's like a party before the wedding.

Sangeet started at nightfall. The courtyard of the house was decorated with ornamental lights, there was loud music playing, and everyone, especially the ladies, was singing and dancing. Baba had arranged drinks for the evening and after a few drinks, even the men joined the ladies. Everyone danced, sang and had a gala time as the night progressed and drinks flowed.

After dancing for over an hour, I got tired and sat down on a chair in the corner, and watched everyone dance. I had a glass of vodka in my hand and I didn't know how many glasses I had downed before this one, but I could feel a buzz.

As I watched, I noticed Baba and Nikhil were missing. 'Where is the groom?' I wondered. I got up and started looking for them. I checked every room on the ground floor but did not find them. I then went to the first floor and checked every room but didn't find them there either.

'Maybe they are on the roof,' I thought after seeing Baba there in the morning.

I slowly climbed the wooden stairs and by now I was clearly buzzed from the alcohol, but not dead drunk. I was still in my senses.

I finally found them in the corner of the roof, sitting on chairs facing each other and a table between them. There was a bottle of whiskey on the table and both men were drinking it in glasses. I also saw a cigarette in Nikhil's hand as he smoked. I looked closely and noticed it wasn't a cigarette, it was a joint! Now that was news to me. I knew men in this family drank occasionally and never smoked, but seeing Nikhil light up a blunt was a surprise, and in front of his father!

What was even more shocking was when he passed the join to Baba. Baba inhaled deeply and exhaled the smoke. I checked again and yes, it indeed was a joint. I had spent enough years in a college hostel and I knew it was blunt when I saw it. It was too crudely made to be a cigarette.

"Nikhil... Baba... what the hell!" I shouted as I walked towards them. "Is that marijuana?" I went up to Nikhil, shouting. I'm sure no one downstairs heard me in the loud music.

Nikhil was shocked and almost fell out of his chair. After all, I was his older Bhabhi but Baba was calm and relaxed and just looked at me with a smile.

"Vahini... uhh..." Nikhil struggled to reply.

"You're getting married in a couple of days and here you are smoking drugs. Is this what you want Niharika to see? Shameless boy?" I reprimanded him.

He helplessly looked at his father and then at me. Baba chose to keep quiet and keep a stern face. If Nikhil was high before, he definitely got sober in a minute.

"Your entire family is downstairs and you're here with your father drinking and doing drugs," I scolded. "Go down and be with the family. Your mother would like you to be with her. Go now," I commanded him.

Nikhil looked at his father, pleading with him with his eyes, but Baba only gestured him to go. I looked at him sternly as he left the roof and followed him to the stairs.

"You go down. I'll now deal with your father," I said. Nikhil went downstairs, and I went back to the roof.

"Is he gone?" Baba asked, taking a sip of his drink.

"Haha... yeah..." I replied as I sat on the chair facing him.

"You didn't have to be so hard on him," Baba replied as he inhaled deeply.

"And what was I supposed to say? That I would like to speak to your father in private?" I asked.

"What if he comes back and sees you drinking with me?" he asked as he took the empty glass from my hand and started pouring a drink.

"I'll tell him I was joking," I replied. Baba poured a drink, added two ice cubes, and handed me the drink.

"I didn't know you smoke weed," I said as I took a sip of whiskey.

"Very rarely. Last time I smoked was your wedding," he replied, inhaling a kash.

"Aah... so this is a pre wedding ritual," I said.

"Haha... sort of," he replied before throwing the joint away.

"Why aren't you downstairs?" I asked him.

"I was... I danced, I sang, I had a good time, but I really enjoy a drink when I'm alone," he replied.

"You weren't alone."

"Nikhil joined me sometime back. He also came looking for me like you did."

"What were you guys talking about?"

"Nothing... just father son talk."

"Aah... a pre wedding pep talk?"

"Haha... yeah, kind of."

"And what wisdom did you share, oh wise father," I said teasingly.

"Hahaha... tips on how to navigate life after marriage. What to do... what not to do..."

"So what should a good husband do and not do?"

"A husband should be a man, a provider, a supporter. He should take care of his family. He should take care of his wife's needs, be it financial, emotional, and physical. Especially physical," he replied, emphasizing physical.

"Yes... that's very important. A happy wife is a good wife. Happiness comes from an emotionally available husband, a providing husband, and a husband who satisfies his wife sexually," I replied, using the word sexually instead of physically.

"Correct. A sexually satisfied wife is an obedient and submissive wife," he replied proudly.

"Aaaah... So that's why Aai is so deferential to you?" I asked.

"The values of our times were different; wives from our generation don't call their husbands by name and are dutiful. And of course, I have satisfied her sexually," he said.

"Yes, I agree. Your generation is different to ours. How was the sex back then?" I asked teasingly, leaning forward.

"Haha... You're quite forthright, my dear. Is that a question for a daughter-in-law to ask a father-in-law?" he replied, teasingly.

"Baba... don't you think we are a bit beyond the father-in-law-daughter-in-law relation? And I'm curious, so indulge me," I said as I finished my glass of whiskey and held it out.

"Alright, if you're curious..." he said, leaning forward to pour another drink in my glass. "Sex back then wasn't as open as today. We didn't talk about it so openly like you do, but we were as inquisitive and horny as anyone today. We did it and loved it as much as your generation does, but we kept it under wraps and did not flaunt it."

"We don't flaunt it, Baba... but we do express our romantic feelings more openly," I countered.

"Nothing wrong with it. I'm just saying how our generation was," he said.

"So... tell me about your first night, your first time with Aai," I asked directly.

"You wanna know everything, don't you?" He was a bit taken back by the question.

"C'mon... just indulge me," I persisted.

"I am only answering your questions. When do I get to ask you questions?" he asked.

"What do you want to ask?" I asked with a raised eyebrow.

"What you ask me, that will be my question for you as well," he replied with a grin.

He sort of put me in a quandary. I was slightly inebriated and my inhibitions were lowered and I wanted to ask him all sorts of naughty and embarrassing questions and enjoy watching him squirm in embarrassment, but now I would have to answer the same questions.

"Alright," I replied. I was surprised how easily I had agreed to his condition. "Okay...so how was your first night with Aai?"

He gave a brief reply. "It was good. A memorable night."

"What the... that's it?" I replied, annoyed.

"Hahahaha... What do you want to know exactly?" he said, laughing out loud.

"The details... the dirty, naughty details," I replied.

"There was nothing dirty or naughty. Your Aai was very shy and submissive on the first night," he reminisced.

"So you did not consummate your marriage that night?" I asked curiously.

"We did consummate," he replied with a nod.

"Baba... c'mon... You're being as shy as her right now. I need details," I said, sounding a bit desperate.

"Okay, okay, but that was a long time ago, so I don't remember every small detail. We shared our first kiss that night. At first she was hesitant to open her lips but then as I continued kissing her, she parted her lips and soon we ended up in a deep, intense kiss," he recalled and I listened intently.

By now I was a bit tipsy from the alcohol and weed, and my inhibitions were fast lowering. I was also turned on listening to him.

"I remember taking off her blouse for the first time. She was so shy, she kept her eyes closed the whole time. The lights were off, but I could clearly see her. I remember how soft and tender her bosom felt at the first touch," he recalled with a smile. Aai was not a busty woman, but she must definitely have had a nice, perky pair of tits back then.

"So, what position did you do it in?" I asked suddenly, which caught him off guard.

"Isn't that too much detail?" he asked with a raised eyebrow and the glass between his lips.

"Not if you want to know my details," I replied with a wink.

"Haha... okay... We did it in missionary position. It was our first time, you know..." he said. I sensed some hesitation on his part; after all, he was sharing the most intimate details and with his daughter-in-law.

"Now you tell me about your first night," he said, putting the ball in my court so to speak.

"Our first night was memorable, too. I was not as shy as Aai because I and Rahul had been intimate before the wedding," I replied.

He looked at me with raised eyebrows. Of course, he was shocked. Premarital sex was a no go for his generation.

"Intimate... I didn't mean that we went all the way, but we did kiss and all..." I trailed off shyly.

"Hmmm... Continue..." he replied with a smile.

"I also remember the moment I felt his hand on my breasts for the first time. I felt the strength but also the tenderness of his hands," I said, closing my eyes and recalling the moment with a smile. "Next thing I remember was his mouth on my nipples, sucking them hungrily one by one."

Baba was shocked by my sudden intimate confession but tried to hide it behind a poker face.

"Your son loves sucking my tits," I said before drinking a large sip of whiskey.

Baba was being a bit hesitant to share his intimate past, which was why I decided to be as brazen as I could to pull him out of his shell.

"Like father, like son..." he replied.

"You like sucking breasts too?" I asked.

"Of course... Suman had sore breasts the next morning," he said and chuckled.

"Same here. Your son sucked and squeezed them till they turned sore and red," I replied and noticed Baba's gaze on my breasts as I described them. "And what did you do after sucking Aai's breasts?" It was weirdly arousing asking my father-in-law how he made love to my mother-in-law.

"We undressed, and I tried going down on her, but she steadfastly refused," he said.

"Aah... So you don't mind going down on a woman?" I asked, sounding a bit surprised.

"Of course I don't mind. What made you think that?

"I don't know... uhh... I just assumed..."

"But Suman wasn't enthusiastic about it," he said.

"I and Rahul spent a lot of time pleasuring each other orally," I said casually.

"Aah... So you don't mind going down on a man," he said.

"I don't mind... Uhhh... Can I make a confession, Baba?" I asked and leaned forward.

"Sure..." he said.

I gestured to him to lean in towards me. He leaned forward, bringing his ear closer to mine.

"I love sucking cock," I whispered in his ear.

Baba looked at me with wide eyes, full of disbelief and arousal. I too was shocked at how little alcohol I needed to utter something so filthy.

He leaned in to say something to me. I turned my ear towards him.

"I love licking pussy," he whispered, and we both smiled at each other before laughing.

"You might love that, but Aai didn't. So how did you manage?" I asked, sitting back.

"Well, she came around after the first night. She complained at first as she thought it was dirty but I managed to convince her," he replied, sipping his drink.

"Convince her with your tongue?" I replied cheekily.

"Hahahaha... Indeed."

"So other than missionary, what other positions did you try?" I asked.

"That night, nothing else... But later on, quite a few."

"Later on, as in on your honeymoon?"

"We didn't have a honeymoon. I was in the army back then, posted in Himachal Pradesh. So we went there. Every day was a honeymoon."

"You didn't tell me more about your first night."

"That night, other than oral, we didn't do much. We were tired after a long day and had to wake up early the next morning. We did experiment a lot during our honeymoon, though."

"Experimenting, huh?"

"Yes. Different positions. Some we liked... some we didn't, but we tried them all."

"We too tried a lot of positions during our initial days. What's your favorite position?" I asked brazenly.

"Doggy style," he replied instantly.

I blushed hearing him not only because of the unabashed conversation, but because I loved doggy style too.

"What happened?" he asked as he saw me blush.

"Nothing," I nodded shyly.

"C'mon... just say it."

"I love doggy style too.," I replied. The moment he said he loved doggy style, my mind flashed an image of us doing it in doggy style. That fleeting image made me blush even more.

"There's no need to be so shy, dear. Just speak your mind," he said, taking a puff of a new joint and passing it to me.

I nodded and leaned forward, took the joint and took a deep puff.

"There's no pleasure like grabbing a thick butt and pounding it hard," he said, keeping the joint between his lips.

"A butt like this?" I said and stood up. I stepped up next to the table which was between us and slowly swirled with my butt jutting out, giving him a nice view of my sari covered plump derriere.

"Exactly. A voluptuous woman like you will be perfect for doggy style. Face down... ass up..." he continued, this time going straight at me. He put his hands in the air, like holding a butt between them.

I squirmed as I heard what he said and saw what he did. I felt an instant wet spot on my crotch.

"It goes deeper that way..." I replied.

"Aaah, yes... and it feels good, doesn't it?"

I nodded shyly and covered my smile with the glass of whiskey. "Yes... goes balls deep," I replied.

"Do you like it deep and slow or hard and fast?" he asked.

"A good mix of both... and that with a generous dose of spanking," I replied, biting my lower lip.

He smirked devilishly, hearing his daughter-in-law confess her deepest carnal desires. I smiled back knowingly. I was shocked at how drastically this conversation has escalated.

"But for deep penetration, one needs to pack a big tool," I added.

"Do you like it long or thick?" he asked.

"Both... but the girth matters more than the length."

"How about this?" he asked and stood up. Even on the dimly lit roof, I could see the bulge in his pajamas. This time, his cock was pointing straight out, forming a tent in the fabric.

"I don't know. It's too dark to see properly and..." I replied teasingly.

He stepped towards me and stood in front of me. I looked up at him and then at the erection, which was right in front of my face.

"Shalini Beta... Where are you?" We suddenly heard Aai calling me. I had been on the roof for quite a while now and my absence must have been noticed downstairs.

I quickly stood up and was about to walk away when Baba held my wrist. I tried to wriggle out of his grip, but it was too tight.

"You didn't tell me..." he said, looking at me hungrily and with a lecherous smile.

"Tell you what?" I asked, even though I knew what he was referring to.

"My..." he said and looked down at his raging erection.

"I'll tell you some other time..." I said.

"Now is as good as any other time..." he replied as he started pulling me closer.

"Shalini?" The other ladies joined Aai in calling me.

I jerked my hand away and ran towards the stairs. I looked back at Baba, who was still standing with his erection. I gave him a smile and quickly went to the first floor. From there, I pretended to have walked out of one of the rooms.

"Yes Aai... I'll be down in a few minutes," I said.

"Where were you?" she asked from below.

"I was a bit tired. Was resting in this room."

"Okay, okay. Come down and join us," she said.

I quickly walked into the bathroom of the bedroom behind me, found a bottle of perfume and mouthwash in the bathroom. I sprayed perfume on my body and rinsed my mouth with the mouthwash to remove the stench of alcohol and marijuana. After tidying myself, I joined the ladies downstairs.

The rest of the evening was uneventful. I was surrounded by the ladies and we sang, danced and drank till late in the night. Baba, along with the rest of the men, joined us and he kept his distance from me, but had his eyes on me all the time.

Everyone woke up at dawn since the wedding Muhurat was scheduled very early. Everyone was busy getting ready to go to the wedding hall, and I didn't bump into Baba.

By 7 am, we were at the venue. The bride's family welcomed us in the traditional way and the wedding party was escorted inside. Nikhil and Aai Baba went on the stage where the pandit started the pooja and other ceremonies of the wedding. I sat on a sofa in the front row facing the stage and watched the wedding. I also mingled with the family as the wedding ceremonies went on.

Even though Baba was occupied with the ceremonies, he would glance at me every now and then. He even gestured to me that I looked very beautiful. I was indeed looking very pretty.

I was wearing a red silk saree with a golden border. I wore the saree perfectly without leaving any creases. The saree hugged my voluptuous figure, especially my butt and the red blouse under my pallu accentuated my bosom. I was wearing light makeup but had a bright red lipstick on. My hair was beautifully done, with a thick braid flowing down to my waist. I noticed quite a few stares on me, especially from the men on the bride's side, as I walked around.

After a while, the bride was escorted to the stage by her uncle. The priest continued the ceremony. The wedding ceremony was elaborate as per vedic customs. Kanyadaan was followed by the phera and finally the Mangalashtak was recited, followed by the varmala ceremony. By noon, Nikhil and Niharika were finally married.

The wedding was followed by a reception. All the relatives and other guests went on stage to wish the couple well and to take photographs. After all the guests were done, the groom's family was asked to come on stage for a picture.

We all went on stage. Nikhil and Niharika were sitting on royal wedding chairs while the rest of us stood behind them for the photo. Me, Aai and Baba stood directly behind the couple, the lower halves of our bodies hidden behind the chairs. I was standing to Baba's left, whereas Aai was to his right. Everyone else was on our flanks. There was nothing behind us other than the screen.

"Everyone... look here..." the cameraman called out.

Just then, I felt Baba's hand on my butt. He caressed my right cheek before giving it a tight squeeze. I bit my lips and suppressed a giggle as I felt his hand squeeze my butt tightly.

"Ready... Smile!" the cameraman called out again, and the cameras flashed. I'm sure my smile in the photograph was the biggest.

By the time everything wound up and we got ready to go back home, it was 11 pm. Everyone was tired after a long day of festivities and ceremonies, but there was also a sense of joy.

I decided to join the rest of the relatives in the bus because the innova was full of luggage and gifts. Nikhil and Niharika's car was full of luggage, and Niharika's sister also joined to drop her to her new home, as was the tradition.

The bus was already full by the time I entered. There were only a couple of seats at the back. I sat down at the window seat and pushed the seat back and tried to relax. Just then, I heard Baba enter the bus as well.

"Nikhil's car is already full. I asked Niharika's sister to sit in the innova with Suman. So I thought I'd take a seat on the bus. I hope you don't mind," he said politely as he walked towards my seat.

"Can I sit here?" he asked, standing in front of me.

"Sure Baba," I said, and he made himself comfortable on the seat next to me.

I smiled to myself, knowing fully well that this was just another smart plot by Baba. But I wondered if he was going to try doing something with the entire family right in front of us.

The bus started the long journey back home. It was a five hour journey and we would reach home near dawn. At first, everyone was talking to each other on the bus. I too spoke to everyone. After some time, one by one, everyone fell asleep. The inside of the bus fell silent, and the driver switched off the cabin lights. I looked at Baba, who smiled at me.

"It's very cold, isn't it?" he asked. It was indeed cold, with a strong gust of wind flowing into the bus. I nodded in agreement.

"I have a couple of shawls in the bag. Let me fetch them. It will keep us warm," he said and stood up. He pulled a bag out of the overhead storage and pulled out the shawls from the bag.

He then handed me one shawl. We wrapped our respective shawls around us and sat quietly for a while. The shawls were big, going down to the knees. They also covered our top halves completely and the darkness inside the bus added to the camouflage.

A couple of minutes later, I felt his hand moving the armrest between us. He pulled it up and tucked it between the seats. He then slowly slid towards me till his arm touched mine. He raised his shawl and wrapped it around us while I opened my shawl, allowing his hands to sneak between us.

I visibly shivered as I felt his hand grazing my thigh. I was wearing a salwar kameez which was comfortable for the long journey while he had changed into a shirt and a trouser. His hand started caressing my thigh, and I instantly felt my pussy twitch. His left hand smoothly caressed my thigh and then slid down to caress my inner thighs. I sighed and closed my eyes as I felt his hand getting closer to my cunt.

I kept my right hand on his thigh and slowly clenched my fist in pleasure, slowly scratching his trouser. He kept caressing my thigh for a few minutes, moving his hand slowly from my knee to almost my hip. This was our first direct contact after that 'accidental' night.

I was leaning back on the seat and my legs were stretched out and that gave him access to my entire thigh, which he made sure wasn't left untouched. I too was moving my hand on his thigh, slowly brushing the edge of my palm against his throbbing erection.

The seats in front of us were occupied, but the occupants were fast asleep. The seats next to us were vacant, and so were the seats diagonally to our right. Baba looked around to check if anyone was up, and when he found the coast was clear, he slowly turned a little to face me. I stayed still, leaning on the seat with my legs stretched out on the footrest.

Not wasting any more time, he slid his hand between my thighs. I instinctively spread my legs just enough to accommodate his hand.

"Hmmppfff..." I sighed as I felt his palm cup my vagina.

His right hand started moving up and down my crotch with his fingers pressing into my vagina, while his left hand cupped my right breast and started squeezing it.

I closed my eyes for a moment and leaned back into the seat as I felt his firm hands working on me, but I opened my eyes again and looked ahead to see if anyone was awake and watching us. My eyes were glued to the front, trying to spot any movement in the dark. The entire family was right in front of us and here we were, a father-in-law and daughter-in-law, touching each other under the shawls. The shawls and the darkness gave us a good cover, but the light from the vehicles passing outside lit up the cabin very often. It was risky, outrageous, but equally arousing.

"Don't worry. I am keeping a watch... You just relax and enjoy this," he leaned towards me and whispered into my ear.

"Hmmm..." I sighed as I felt his middle finger press and drag over my fully covered vagina.

It wasn't easy staying relaxed at that moment because Durga Mavshi and her husband were on the seat in front of us, barely a couple of feet away. But Baba's magical touch was too hard to resist. His hands felt firm but not painful, with just the right amount of pressure. He was kneading my breasts one after the other with one hand while his other hand was firmly on my crotch.

"Hmmffff..." I sighed as he gently pinched my erect nipple. I was sure they were poking out of my clothes.

"Am I going to be the only one working here?" he whispered into my ear.

I got the signal and slowly slid my hand, which was on his thigh till now, over to his crotch. My hand wound around his poking erection and I gave it a gentle squeeze, making him visibly shudder.

We continued to squeeze and caress each other like that for a few minutes before I felt his fingers trying to make their way into my salwar. He tried a couple of times and failed. I let go of his cock and loosened the string of my salwar just enough for him to push his hand inside. His other hand pushed my kurta up and scooped the left breast out of my bra before giving it a firm squeeze. His right hand went straight past my panties and touched my already wet pussy. I bit my lip and tried to stay as quiet as I could as I felt his hands on my naked parts.

My right hand also snaked towards his crotch and gave his raging erection a firm squeeze. He let go of me briefly to unzip his trouser and then got back to kneading my breast and playing with my clit. He didn't have to spell out what I had to do. I slowly pushed my hand inside his trouser through the open fly and was surprised to grip his naked, throbbing cock. He wasn't wearing any underwear.

"You planned this, didn't you?" I whispered into his ear. He flashed a naughty smile at me.

"You old pervert," I said as I gripped his shaft tightly, making his gasp.

"You lewd slut," he whispered back before shoving a finger inside my moist and ready cunt. That made me bite my lips and whimper, but the road noise masked it.

I fished his cock out and started stroking it with my hand, whereas he got busy fingering me. His middle finger went in and out of my pussy while his thumb played with my clit.

We started pleasuring each other right inside the bus with our entire family around us. I kept my lips tightly pursed to avoid making any noise, but he kept his mouth slightly open in pleasure. We got lost in the throes of pleasure, but every now and then, an odd cough from the passengers or some other sound would alert us. We would stop, look around and continue after making sure that the coast was clear. Now and then, he would pull his fingers out of my pussy and lick them hungrily and then above them back inside my waiting hole. I spat on my hand often to lubricate it before jerking his thick tool.

He was playing with my tits so expertly, kneading and squeezing them and pinching my nipples that I wanted to throw the shawls away and pull his mouth on my aching nipples. His cock was leaking precum, which trickled down to my hand. I licked it hungrily and got back to masturbating him. It seemed to have gone on for a long time, but the truth was, we had built up to his moment for a long time. We had both teased and aroused each other through the days of the wedding and, as much I would like to say that we kept going and going, the truth was, our mutual masturbation session must have lasted only five minutes.

I was the first one to go as my body thrashed on the seat. I gripped his hand tightly and pursed my lips with all the strength I could muster to not holler in pleasure. Seeing my orgasmic state, Baba, too, went over the edge and started cumming into my hand. I felt jets after jets of thick, hot cum spilling on my clenched fist and wrist, almost covering my hand in his sticky goo.

We continued bucking and shuddering for a few seconds more till our orgasms ended and we both gave out loud sighs. We both disengaged. I held out my soiled hand in the dim ambient light to find it almost completely covered in his cum. I had nowhere to wipe the jizz, so I started licking the cum off my drenched hand. He watched in near awe as I picked out the globs of his cum with my tongue and swallowed them. He mimicked me by sucking on his wet fingers.

A minute later, my hand was clean. We kept looking at each other, the post orgasmic glow apparent on our faces. I put my hand behind his neck and pulled him closer for a kiss. Our lips met, and we engaged in a deep, passionate kiss for a few moments before parting.

I fetched a bottle of perfume from my purse and sprayed it around us to mask the stench of our bodily fluids. We sorted ourselves and sat straight in our seats. We tried sleeping because we were both exhausted after a long day.

Even after such a massive orgasm, I still felt aroused and couldn't sleep. I looked at Baba, who was also awake. We both looked at each other and before he could say anything, I bent down into his lap and flipped the shawls over me. I opened his fly and pulled his already hardening cock out and was about to put it inside my mouth when the bus started slowing down.

"The bus will stop at a hotel for refreshments and bathroom break," the driver announced. Everyone started stirring in their seats and waking up.

Disappointed, I sat up and moments later the cabin lights were switched on. The bus slowly drove off the highway and into the service lane and stopped at a roadside restaurant.

Everyone stood up and got down from the bus and returned a few minutes later. This time, one of the relatives sat on the aisle next to ours saying his seat was not very comfortable. And with that, Baba and my bus adventure came to an end. We spent the rest of the journey sleeping and finally reached home.

Chapter 3: Shalini & Vishwanath Break All Forbidden Barriers.

All the ceremonies of Nikhil and Niharika's wedding were complete. The married couple spent their first night in Nikhil's bedroom. Before the wedding, the bedroom was renovated and now it was the couple's bedroom. I reminisced of the time when I had come home as a new bride, and I too spent my first night in the freshly renovated and refurbished room of my husband.

But my fond memories from over a decade ago were eclipsed by the memories of my liaison with my father-in-law over the last week. I was shocked how quickly it had escalated.

I had noticed Baba's lustful gaze for the first time last year, but I never imagined I'd reciprocate positively. Before this, even though I was in awe of his towering personality and physical fitness; this time around I saw him truly as a man for the first time, and I ended up responding to his advances. I felt a sense of shame and arousal at the same time, but the mixture was confusing yet enticing.

I sat alone in my bedroom, looking through the window at the open fields behind the house. The cool breeze swept into the room, providing relief from the mid-afternoon heat.

The house was quiet after a hectic week of ceremonies and celebration. Everyone was tired and resting. The new couple were busy getting used to each other, and the relatives were one by one going back to their homes. Aai, who was the most excited and the busiest person at the wedding, was dead tired. She spent most of the day resting, only coming out to see off some guests or for meals.

After the last guests left, we all four -- Baba, Aai, Nikhil and Niharika sat for lunch together.

"When is your flight?" Baba asked Nikhil.

"Tomorrow night," he replied. The couple were heading off for their honeymoon. The flight was scheduled from Mumbai, which was six hours away from here by road.

"Alright. I'll drop you two and then come back," Baba said.

"You'll drive alone all the way and back again?" Aai asked out of concern.

"Yes. The driver is on leave, and I'm used to driving long distances. You know how much I love to drive," Baba replied.

"But why do you have to drive so much in one day? You will reach Mumbai in the evening and start your return journey that same night? Why don't you stay the night there and come back the next day?" Aai said, sounding concerned.

She was right. Even if they set out early in the afternoon, they would reach Mumbai by evening, and if Baba drove back without any stoppages, he still wouldn't be back before midnight. Plus, the roads in the countryside were narrow, so driving at night was risky.

"Yeah... you're correct. I'll stay there for a night and head out the next morning. I'll be home for lunch," Baba replied.

"Why don't you come to drop us, Aai? That way Baba will have company," Nikhil interjected.

"No... no... This last month leading up to your wedding has been very hectic. Now I'm tired. Plus, my car sickness will ruin the beginning of your honeymoon," Aai replied.

I was listening to the conversation without contributing to it. I was quietly eating my meal, watching and listening.

"Shalini. Do you want to go with them?" Aai asked.

I stopped eating, looked at Aai and then the rest of them. They were all looking at me, waiting for my answer.

"I don't mind, but you'll be alone here, Aai?" I replied.

"Naa... don't worry about that. The maids are there for company all day, and I'll ask Shaku Bai to stay the night. Anyway, you'll be bored here alone as I'll be resting in my room all day," Aai said.

I looked at Baba, who kept a straight face. I then looked at Nikhil and Niharika. They were smiling. I got along well with Niharika during the wedding, and Nikhil was also dear to me, so they seemed happy about the idea. I was sure Baba's mind was working overtime on this suggestion. Aai was right. Without anything to stay busy, this place was pretty boring. Instead, a road trip was a better idea. And my mind too started concocting naughty ideas as well, which excited me.

"Hmmm... sounds good. I'll go with you, Baba," I said, trying to sound as normal as I could, even though I was aroused with the idea of staying with Baba overnight.

"So that settles it then. I'll book two rooms. We will head out after lunch tomorrow," Baba said, concluding the discussion.

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Next day after lunch, we were ready to leave. The couple touched Aai's feet out of respect before sitting in the back of the Innova. I also touched Aai's feet and then sat in the front, next to the driver's seat. Baba said goodbye to Aai and then sat in the driver's seat before starting the car. We all waved Aai goodbye as the car rolled out of the compound.

The journey was long but fun. We all talked and laughed. I teased the couple a few times, and Baba joined me. Niharika, who until now was mostly quiet, slowly opened up and started taking part in the conversation.

We stopped along the way for refuelling and refreshments. We reached Terminal 2 of Mumbai Airport by 7pm, an hour later than expected because of Mumbai's notoriously slow traffic. The flight was scheduled to leave in four hours. Nikhil loaded their luggage onto a trolley. The couple touched Baba's feet and the mine. We both gave them our blessings. I gave Niharika a hug while Baba shook hands with Nikhil. I video called Aai from my phone, and she too blessed the couple for a happy honeymoon. After saying our goodbyes, the couple walked towards the entry gate of the terminal while Baba and I got back into the car.

"Where to now, Baba?" I asked as he started the car.

"The hotel," he replied, looking in the right mirror before driving the car into the lane.

"Where are we staying tonight?" I asked.

"Marriot. It's nearby," he said, looking at me and barely concealing a grin.

The hotel was twenty minutes away, and at 7.30pm the traffic in Mumbai moved at a snail's pace.

With only us in the car, Baba had all the freedom to do as he pleased. He placed his left hand on my thigh and gave it a squeeze. I panicked a bit and looked around. We were in the middle of traffic, but nobody was looking at us. Plus, the frame of the car hid his hand.

"Aaah... be careful, Baba... we are in public," I said teasingly before gently pushing his hand away, but he brushed my hand and grabbed my thigh again to squeeze it. I giggled and let him continue because I knew he wasn't going to listen anyway.

I was wearing a salwar kameez, and Baba was wearing a shirt and trousers. He slid his hand under my flowing kameez and caressed my salwar covered thigh as he drove slowly through traffic.

We didn't say a word along the way. Baba kept his eyes on the road and his hand on my thigh, caressing it from the knee right up to my hip. I kept quiet and looked at the road, but inside I was burning. My panties were getting damp, and there was a sense of urgency in my breath. I was clearly aroused, and I was sure Baba was too.

We reached the hotel after navigating through the city traffic. Baba handed the car keys to the valet, and a steward took our luggage. We both walked side by side into the hotel. A hotel staff member greeted us and escorted us to the reception counter.

"I have booked a suite for us," Baba told the lady at the counter.

"Your name, sir?" She asked.

"Vishwanath Deshmukh," Baba replied.

"Allow me a moment to check," the lady replied before looking at the computer screen in front of her.

"You have booked an Executive King Suite with a pool view. The room comes with an extra-large king-size bed," the receptionist said before listing all the amenities of the room.

When she stopped, I thought she would now tell me about my room, but she didn't.

"Can I please see your ID, Mr Deshmukh?" she asked instead.

"Sure," Baba said before pulling out his ID and handing it over.

Surprised, I looked at Baba. He looked at me and smiled. I clearly remember he had said he would book two rooms yesterday. But in reality, he had booked only one room. The idea of being in the same room with Baba all night gave me goosebumps right there.

"Thank you. Here is the keycard to your room. The steward will escort you and your luggage to the room. I hope you enjoy your stay, Mr & Mrs Deshmukh," she said as she handed the key card to Baba.

We smiled at her and then turned around to walk towards the elevator. He offered his arm, and I held it as we walked.

"Mr & Mrs Deshmukh?" I asked, looking at Baba with raised eyebrows.

"Aren't you Mrs Deshmukh," he replied with a naughty smile.

"Yes... but I'm not your Mrs," I said, playfully slapping his arm.

"Tonight, you are," he said.

I blushed hearing him and tightly gripped his arm as we walked to the elevator. Didn't the lady at the reception notice us? Did she really think we were husband and wife? Maybe she thought it was a salt and pepper marriage. I didn't look old, of course, and Baba didn't look old enough to be my father-in-law. He had dyed his hair before the wedding so, other than a few wrinkles on his face, he looked at least ten years younger.

The steward opened the room for us. He showed us around the room, briefing us about it before leaving. The Executive King Suite was an apt name. It was huge. It had an enormous bed, the largest I had ever seen. There was a 50-inch flat screen TV on the wall facing the bed. A three-seat couch was next to a gigantic window from which one could see the pool nine floors below. The bathroom was beautifully done, with a large bathtub in one corner and a shower compartment in another corner. Even the basin and counter were large. The wall of the bathroom facing the bed had a glass facade with a draw-up curtain. If you moved the curtain, someone on the outside could see inside clearly. Everything screamed luxury.

I had been to five star hotels many times before with my husband, but this time I was with my father-in-law who harboured carnal intentions towards me. I went and sat on the bed, jumping up and down a little to check it. It was soft, yet firm, and I knew I would be ravished on this bed shortly. I looked at the couch, the window and everywhere around the room, and my corrupted mind thought of all the nasty ways Baba could fuck me.

"I want to take a shower. I'll be back in a few minutes," I said as I walked towards the bathroom. Baba was standing at the mini-bar and just nodded as he watched me walk to the bathroom.

I was expecting Baba to either pass a smutty comment or follow me into the bathroom. I entered the bathroom and closed the door but didn't lock it, expecting him to enter any moment.

I started taking off my salwar kameez. First, I took off my kameez, then my salwar and kept it nearly folded in the corner of the basin counter. I then unhooked my bra and slid it off my shoulders and kept it on my clothes. I then bent down and pushed my panties down, which also joined my other clothes on the basin counter.

I waited for Baba, hoping he would barge into the bathroom and ravage me right here, but that did not happen.

'Must be enjoying his drink, I guess,' I thought and shrugged my shoulders.

I stepped into the shower compartment and turned on the shower faucet, sighing as warm water at just the right temperature fell on my travel-weary body. I ran my hands through my hair and tilted my head back, letting the water fall on my face.

The shower compartment was facing the glass facade of the bathroom. When I entered the bathroom, the curtain was covering the glass, but when I opened my eyes, the curtain had been drawn up. Baba was sitting on the side of the bed with a drink in his hand. He was watching me intently, hungrily. I could see the lust boiling in his eyes.

'Aaah... so that's why he didn't come in. He wants to watch and not participate,' I thought and smiled to myself.

From his position, he could see my profile. The rise of my ample bosom and the chocolate brown nipples that crown them were clearly visible to him.

I turned to face him and gave him a smile. He took a sip of his whiskey, licked his lips and then gave me a wicked smile. Raising my arms to rinse my hair, I gave him a clear view of my smooth armpits. I slowly rubbed my scalp with my fingertips and closed my eyes as I felt the soothing warmth of the water on my body. I was also feeling warmth in my loins as I stood naked in front of my father-in-law as he watched me bathe. Even with my eyes closed, I could feel his hungry gaze.

I took the small bottle of body wash from the soap slot and poured a big dollop of it onto my palm and rubbed my hands together. I looked at him as I brought my soapy hands to my breasts and started rubbing the soap on my tits, my unblinking stare matching his lewd gaze. My large, curvaceous, soapy boobs slipped out of my hands as I rubbed and caressed them in full view of my father-in-law.

Baba was wearing a t-shirt and his favourite lungi as he sat on the bed watching me bathe. I could see the tent form in his lungi, and I was eager to unwrap the cloth and free his enormous erection from its confines.

I continued soaping my body, focusing on my tits, especially the erect nipples as they slipped out of my hands. They were swollen and ready to be pinched, bitten and sucked. I turned around and soaped my butt, spreading my ass cheeks in the process and giving him a show of my voluptuous ass cheeks and the puckered hole in between.

When I turned around, I caught him adjusting his erection under his lungi. I giggled at him, and he smiled back. I quickly finished my shower and walked out wearing a white bathrobe.

"Why don't you take a shower too, Baba? The water is just the right temperature. It feels amazing," I said as I placed my foot on the bed near him and started applying moisturizer to my leg. I purposely turned towards him, allowing him a peek at my clean shaven pussy.

He bit his lip, and I felt he was going to jump me then and there, but he didn't. He was building up the arousal as much as he could before he took me. Unlike a young, impatient man who would have pounced on me at the first chance, Baba was a seasoned player and knew the game too well. He was like a MasterChef who knew that cooking on a slow flame evoked the best flavours.

"Hmmm... I think I will," he said as he finished his drink and got up.

He walked into the bathroom, quickly undressed, and got into the shower. I stood in front of the bathroom glass and watched his massive cock jut out of his groin. He stood under the shower, and I watched in fascination as his hairy, muscular body got drenched in water. Without a stitch of cloth on his body, he looked manlier than before; in fact, he looked manlier than any man I knew, including my husband, which only inflamed my desire to let him breed me.

I watched with a slightly open mouth and lustful gaze as he stroked his girthy cock as he looked at me. I fought the urge to barge into the bathroom and played the game of patience, knowing fully well the fruits it would bear shortly. For the first time since this dalliance began, I got a glimpse of his cock. I had felt it before, and I knew he packed a biggie, but now I could clearly see, and it was bigger and better than I had imagined.

We both stared at each other as he stood under the shower, slowly jerking his cock, which was pointing straight at me. I watched in arousal and amazement as he spent the next couple of minutes lathering up his body with soap, paying more attention to his groin area than the rest. He quickly finished his shower and walked out with a towel wrapped around his waist.

Baba wrapped a lungi around his waist while I fixed two glasses of gin and tonic with ice for us at the mini bar. When I turned around, he was sitting on the couch near the window, wearing a lungi and nothing else.

He was splayed on the couch with his legs stretched out, with his right hand on the armrest and his left stretched out on the top of the backrest. His muscular bare chest and the salt and pepper hair on it just oozed virility. His eyes were locked on me as I walked towards him. He had been patient so far, taking his time, letting the arousal build up. I too had played along as I knew we had all night and a good part of tomorrow morning to indulge.

"Will you rub some oil on my legs? I haven't had the pleasure of your lovely massage for days now," he asked as I handed him his drink.

"We don't have oil, but we have moisturizer," I replied.

"That will do," he replied.

I fetched the bottle of moisturizer and sat down on the floor in front of him. I was only wearing a white bathrobe with its string loosely tied. My robe had parted, and my generous cleavage, with just a hint of my brown, erect nipples, was on display.

He was sporting an erection under the lungi. This time there was no need to hide or fear being caught. He was unabashed, sitting sprawled out on the couch, proudly showing off his manly body and the tent in his lungi. I, his dutiful daughter-in-law, was sitting at his feet, near naked with just a loosely tied, flimsy bathrobe covering my modesty. I wasn't trying to cover anything either and was looking at him and his manhood with arousal and anticipation.

We were taking things slowly, not letting our carnal instincts take over by jumping on each other as soon as we entered the room. We both were building up our arousal. I could feel my heart thumping, my pussy throbbing, my lips moistening at the thought of what lay ahead.

I poured the moisturiser onto my hand and rubbed my palms together and started applying it to his left foot, gently massaging and pressing it, evoking a gasp and a moan from him. I then did the same to his right foot.

"Your hands are magical, Shalu..." he said with a sigh.

"I'm still just at your feet, Baba," I said and gave him a foxy smile.

"Why don't you move up then?" he asked.

I slowly moved up his leg, massaging the ankles and then the calves. I sat on my heels, allowing me to massage my way up his legs. Moving between his legs, I massaged and caressed them with a generous quantity of moisturizer. The room was filled with a pleasant scent of the moisturiser.

I glanced at the erection he was sporting under his lungi. Unlike that time at the house, he didn't need to be discreet and careful, but unabashed about his stiff pole making a tent in his lungi.

Apart from the sound of my hands rubbing his skin and the gentle hum of the air conditioning in the background, the room was quiet. I occasionally broke to take a sip of a much needed drink, as my throat often ran dry from arousal.

Baba's eyes were glued to my breasts. The lapels of my bathrobe were closed, giving him only a restricted view of my well proportioned decolletage. He knew too well that my robe was the only piece of cloth masking my modesty.

He took a sip of the drink and leaned forward towards me, bending down a little so he could tug at the belt of my bathrobe to loosen it. He then parted the bathrobe at my shoulders just enough to expose my shoulders. The lapels of the bathrobe parted enough for my cleavage to pop out but still keep my nipples covered. Nodding, he sat back, and I went back to massaging his legs.

I spent a few minutes below his knees before moving up. My hands slipped under his lungi and started working on his thighs, moving in circles. I didn't know a damn thing about giving a massage and the correct points for it, but I knew just enough to arouse a man, and Baba was reacting exactly the way he should have. His cock was twitching under his lungi, and I could see it straining in erection.

He sat up and brought his hand behind my head. He removed the hair clip and tossed it away, so my long, lustrous hair flowed down my shoulders. I flicked my head left and right, allowing my hair to flow down. With his left hand, he started massaging the back of my head, gently clutching my hair in his fist occasionally. I closed my eyes and sighed as jolts of arousal passed through my body.

"Tell me... does my son satisfy you?" he asked softly.

"Ummmm...," I purred. "When he has the time... he does..." I replied with half open eyes.

"Does he give you the time?" he asked.

"Sadly... Not anymore... not as much as I want him to," I complained.

"Foolish man... wasting the best years of his life and a gorgeous woman like you," he said with contempt.

"When was the last time he fucked you?" he asked me, leaning closer. What he asked, how he asked and the word he used turned me on even more. I had never heard him speak like this before. He was always stern but cultured and a man of few words, but right now, he appeared to me as someone else.

"I don't know... maybe over a month ago," I replied as I felt his breath on face.

He chuckled and nodded before saying, "A fine woman like you needs to be fucked every day and to her satisfaction or else can go astray. Good thing is, I am right here to do what he is supposed to," he said, clutching the hair at the back of my head.

His assertiveness, his manliness and his words were an absolute turn on. I wanted him to ravage me then and there.

We kept staring into each other's eyes for a couple of seconds before he closed in and put his lips on mine. My lips quickly locked onto his and into a tight kiss, which lasted several seconds.

He let go of me and sat back on the sofa. He took a sip of his drink and commanded, "Continue your massage."

I lifted his lungi and flipped it over his knees. Taking a palm full of moisturizer, I rubbed my hands and then slid them under his lungi. I massaged his thighs in long strokes and with each long stroke, my hands got closer and closer to his cock. In just a few strokes, my hands were fondling his balls. Baba closed his eyes and threw his head back as my soft, warm hands massaged his balls under the lungi. I pushed his lungi further up his thighs and flipped it back onto his abdomen.

"Oh wow!" I blurted out the moment his cock sprang out from under the lungi.

"I gather you like it," he said with a chuckle.

"Hmmmm..." I said dreamily as I licked my lips.

To say that his cock was impressive would be an understatement. It was 'fucking impressive'! It was maybe a couple of inches longer than Rahul's tool, but it was definitely twice as thick, if not more. I had gauged its size the first time I had touched it, but it was even awe-inspiring on sight. It was standing upright before it leaned back on his abdomen.

A pair of large, cum filled balls at the base, gave way to a girthy, veiny shaft. His shaft was not just thick, it was stiff and strong. The skin was chocolate brown but, surprisingly, wrinkle free and smooth. The cockhead was like a ripe mushroom, appearing like a crown on top of the shaft. It was purplish pink in colour, and its foreskin had slid back just a little.

Without hesitation, I cupped his balls with my moisturizer coated hand and fondled them. I felt their size, their heft. They felt like two dense, heavy marbles. My other hand slid up his shaft, and my fingers wrapped themselves around it. It was so thick that a third of the circumference was out of my fingers' reach.

I pulled the foreskin gently, exposing the soft cockhead. My nostrils immediately registered the strong, musky scent of his phallus, which made me feel a little giddy with arousal. I slowly stroked his cock a few times, and it twitched in my hand.

I took the moisturiser bottle and turned it upside down above his cock, allowing the cream to fall freely on it. I spread the moisturiser on his shaft with my hand, coating every inch of his meat with the cream and then wrapped my hand around his cock and started stroking it. The tip of my index finger slid over the tip of the cock regularly, spreading the oozing precum over it. My other hand got busy playing with his balls.

He sat up even as my hands were busy with his cock. He slid his hands inside my robe and squeezed my tits one after another. I opened the fabric belt at my waist, and he pushed the robe off my shoulders before I wriggled my arms out of it. We again got busy with each other.

My stroking and his mauling seemed to be of the same intensity. He would squeeze my tits harder if I stroked him faster, and he would be gentle when I slowed down.

"I gather you like them," I said with a giggle.

"Absolutely," he replied and gave both my tits a firm squeeze with his hands.

We continued with our stroking and mauling for a few minutes. All this time, my eyes were glued on his cock. With every stroke, the one eyed monster spewed thick drops of precum which I spread over the head with my fingers while expertly giving him a hand job. But I couldn't resist the temptation for long. My urge to taste his cock was overpowering.

I opened my mouth wide and then closed it around his cock head. My tongue swirled around it, and I sucked on it with my puckered lips. I heard him gasp, which encouraged me to continue. I tightened my lips and pulled in my cheeks and slid my mouth down his shaft.

"Aaaa haaa..." he groaned in satisfaction as my tight mouth took in inch after inch of his cock, simulating a vaginal penetration. I continued taking in more and more of his cock. Just a couple of inches short of the base, his cock head hit the back of my throat, and I stopped. I was used to deep throating my husband, but deep throating Baba's cock was completely different because he was thicker and a little longer than Rahul. Even so, I was impressed by how much of him I had taken in. I bobbed my head a few times before pulling back with a loud gasp.

I sat back, gasping, looking at him for approval. Some of my saliva dripped down and off his cock, which was covered in a thick sheen. His stiff, twitching cock and lust filled gaze were enough for me to continue.

With two fingers, I gently pulled his cock towards me. I wrapped my lips around his cock head and started bobbing my head back and forth gently. I looked up at him and met his gaze. He was looking down at me, and I had never seen his eyes so full of lust. We maintained eye contact throughout as I sucked his cock eagerly.

"Aaah... I'm glad I chose the right woman for my son," he said with a groan.

"Hmpf hmph..." I chuckled with his cock still in my mouth. I had never received a compliment from Baba before, especially about being a good wife. After more than a decade of being his daughter-in-law, bearing him a grandson and being a good wife and daughter-in-law, the first compliment I got from him was when I was on my knees with my tits out, sucking his cock.

"You are a good wife and a good mother. I have seen it myself, but now you have also proved that you are a good lover, and that makes you the perfect woman," he said, as if reading my mind.

It was the first genuine compliment I had received from Baba, but I never expected it in a situation like this. A woman shouldn't have sexual relations with her father-in-law or any other man for that matter. This was wrong, taboo, unacceptable, but I don't know why it felt so right at the moment. His words were honest, and I truly felt happy, and I sucked his cock eagerly to please him.

I had a deep urge to kiss him at that moment. I let go of his cock and tilted my head towards him. He leaned forward and kissed me. It was a deep, intense kiss where our lips clashed and tongues danced. It was truly a lover's kiss. As soon as we broke the kiss, I went back to hungrily sucking his cock.

"When did you get naughty thoughts about me, Baba?" I asked as I popped his cock out of my mouth.

"Do you remember we visited you two years ago, and we had been to Goyal's wedding reception?" he replied.

"The blue saree I was wearing?" I asked.

"Correct," he replied with a grin.

I wore a cyan blue saree with golden embroidery that night. That saree accentuated my curves perfectly. I remember how much attention I got at the wedding. Rahul couldn't keep his eyes and his hands off me, and he had fucked me hard that night after we returned home. I know I had titillated a lot of men, but I wasn't aware that Baba was one of them.

"And you?" he asked.

"Last week... hundred pushups," I said curtly because I was too engrossed in sucking his cock. I licked his shaft along its length and its sides, sucked and nuzzled his balls and smacked my lips, relishing his salty and musky taste. "I never knew you possessed such a great body Baba. I am captivated," I said, running my hands over his flat abdomen and hairy chest.

"Hmmmm... I'm glad I stayed back that morning," he said with a sigh. That morning, when we both stayed back in the house instead of going to the temple with everyone, had led to this moment, and neither of us seemed to regret this taboo dalliance.

"Me too..." I whispered before leaning forward, planting soft kisses on his lower abdomen, making my way up to his stomach before kissing my way down to resume sucking his cock.

"You don't know how tough it was to control myself when you were bathing me after the workout," he confessed.

"I know... I noticed your bulging cock straining to pop out of the langote," I replied with a giggle.

"I was so aroused at that moment, Baba, I am not sure I would have stopped you if you had taken a chance," I also confessed, taking intermittent breaks from sucking his cock

"Haha... I knew it... I noticed your hardened nipples poking through the gown," he said.

I smiled back shyly and kept myself busy with his cock. I sucked his cock vigorously for the next few minutes. No words were exchanged, and the room was filled with sounds of my smacking lips, slobbering mouth and his moans and groans.

"Wait wait wait..." he said suddenly and pushed me back.

"Don't tell me you're going to cum so soon Baba?"

"No, Shalu... I'm just getting started. But I want to fuck your mouth," he said as he stood up. The moment he stood up, we realised there was a problem. As he was significantly taller than me, his cock almost touched my head when he stood up, and now he couldn't fuck my mouth.

"Haahaha... what now, Baba?" I teased him.

He looked around for a few seconds and then walked to the dressing table. He picked up the small stool in front of the table and carried it back.

"Sit on this," he gestured to me. I complied. He then placed his feet next to my closed legs and stood facing me. Now his cock was perfectly level with my mouth.

"Wow, Baba... you're really smart," I said.

"Open your mouth," he commanded, and I obliged with an open mouth and a spread out tongue. The moment he placed his cock on my tongue, I pulled it on and closed my mouth around his cock.

He held my head and, moving his hips back and forth, fucked my mouth. At first, only the head and an inch more; then a couple of more inches after a few strokes. After a dozen or so strokes, I was already taking more than half of his cock easily. He kept pushing until his cock hit the back of my throat and I gagged. He stopped and was about to pull back when I stopped him. I grabbed his butt with my hands and pulled him in. I struggled at first, but I mustered on. After a few more tries, I managed to take it all in. I parted his thick bush with my fingers to see if there was any more left but found none.

"Incredible!" he groaned as he looked down at me. I pulled back with an audible gasp and looked at him with a proud smile. My chest heaved as I took deep breaths.

"Aai doesn't suck your cock?" I asked as I caught my breath.

"She did occasionally, but that stopped years ago, and she didn't do it nearly as well as you," he said as he stepped up to penetrate my mouth again.

"She doesn't know what she is missing out on," I commented before opening my mouth.

I took him back inside my mouth. He grabbed my hair in a tight grip and started fucking my mouth. He slid his cock all the way in smoothly and held it for a few seconds before pulling back an inch and slamming it back in. By now my mouth had adjusted to his size, and I experienced no discomfort, and that encouraged him to fuck my mouth harder.

He kept his cock buried deep inside my mouth, only pulling back an inch for every stroke. He pounded my mouth, and I took it all without hesitation. Occasionally I would stop him and suck his cock the way I wanted to; kissing it, licking it, sucking his balls, stroking it before his impatience would take over and he would deep throat me. I blew him eagerly, and after several minutes he stopped and stepped back.

"Bend your knees," I ordered him as I pulled him back closer. He obliged, and his cock came down my chest. I pulled him closer and placed his upturned cock between my tits before I pressed them together, making his cock fit snuggly between them. He didn't need to be told what to do next, and he started moving his hips, fucking my tits.

"This is new...," he said as he ploughed his cock through my cleavage. He held my shoulders and slammed his cock up and down.

The bottle of moisturizer lying on the floor caught my eye, and I stopped him, picked up the bottle and handed it to him. I again took his cock between my tits, and he promptly poured the contents of the bottle between them. His pistoning cock quickly spread the precum mixed moisturizer in my cleavage, allowing him to slide in and out smoothly.

"Ohhhh... this feels so good... just like a pussy..." he groaned as he thrust his cock rapidly. He took the initiative, squeezing my tits tightly together, giving his cock the desired tightness.

His long cock slid smoothly between my tits, and his bulbous cockhead popped out from the top with each upward stroke. I simply tilted my head down and opened my mouth, allowing him to slide his cock inside, making him chuckle in delight.

I didn't keep my hands unoccupied. My left hand quickly got busy fondling his balls while I placed my right hand on his back, keeping him close.

He fucked my tits vigorously for a few minutes before he abruptly pulled back and pointed his throbbing cock at my mouth. He stuffed his cock inside my eager mouth and started deep throating me again. The room was filled with the sounds of my gagging throat and his low guttural moans. The vigorous tit fucking, and the zealous deep throating had given me a fair idea of how hard I would get fucked in a short while. And the unusually long blowjob had proven how long he could last.

He finally let go of me, and I literally lost my footing and fell down on the floor. His mighty cock, drenched in my saliva, was still stiff as a flagpole, pointing straight at me. I was impressed how this sixty year old man had maintained such a strong erection for so long, something even his son could not do. I wanted to suck it even more, but I was aching for relief. He gauged my urge correctly and pulled me into an embrace. We kissed deeply, exchanging our fluids even as he pawed my soft, supple butt with his large, muscular hands.

He broke the kiss and turned me around before pushing me down on the couch. He quickly sat down in front of me and pushed my legs apart.

"You always keep it like this?" he asked, referring to my clean shaven cunt.

"Yes... Rahul and I both prefer it," I replied.

"Hmmm... I have never seen a hairless one before," he said as he gently ran his finger along my slit.

"Really?" I asked, genuinely surprised.

"Yeaah... it was never a thing back in our day," he said as he closely inspected my smooth crotch.

"To think of it... you're literally bald below your eyebrows," he added, shaking his head.

"Hahahahaha..." I laughed heartily. It was true. I never had a lot of body hair in the first place, but now there wasn't a single hair below my eyebrows. I regularly waxed my arms and legs and shaved my pussy every week.

"Well... here I am..." I said giggling. I placed my hand on his head and slowly pulled him closer to my pussy.

He dragged his middle finger along the length of my cunt, my juices coating its tip before bringing his finger closer to his face and sniffing it. He then took a deep breath, inhaling the aroma before putting his finger inside his mouth and licking it. It felt like he was trying a new dish for the first time. It was arousing and amusing at the same time.

"Have you ever licked a pussy before, Baba?" I asked curiously.

He nodded a no. "Sex itself was so taboo back in the day, let alone oral sex. We never knew it, never tried it. But right now, I regret being so ignorant," he said as he placed gentle kisses on my inner thighs.

He slowly kissed and licked my inner thighs, slowly inching towards my pussy. I was splayed out on the couch, watching and waiting in anticipation. Every gentle kiss was giving me goosebumps.

He parted my nether lips with his right hand, exposing the swollen hood of my clit before placing his left thumb on it. He applied just the right amount of pressure with his thumb and looked up to gauge my reaction. My half closed eyes and slightly open mouth left no doubt.

He slowly rubbed my inner vulva with his right index finger even as he kept wriggling his thumb on my clit. This old man might have never licked a pussy, but he definitely knew how to work one. In just a few seconds he had me wet, sloppy and leaking. By now I was sighing and cooing.

He brought his right hand up to my lips and put two of his fingers inside my mouth. I licked them and got them wet and slippery with a coat of my saliva. He then gently pushed those two fingers inside my pussy, making me exhale a loud moan.

He turned his hand upside down and pulled back his fingers like a hook inside me. And then slowly dragged them along my inner walls till he hit the sweet spot.

"Haaaaa... Babaaaaa..." I wailed as his fingers touched my g-spot. I raised my butt as an electric shock passed through my body.

He then placed his left palm on my lower abdomen, right on my pubic mound, and pushed down while his fingers tapped and caressed my spot from inside. The pressure on the walls from above was perfect, and I moaned in surprise and delight. This was something new for me and it triggered an instant orgasm.

The left hand pressing down on my pubic mound, the left thumb working my clit and the two fingers inside had me thrashing around like a fish out of water in no time. I wailed, moaned and groaned as the orgasmic wave grew and grew. I looked down at him and saw an absolute calm expression on his face; he knew exactly what he was doing.

"Baba... Babaa... I'm gonna cum... I'm gonna cumm..." I cried out as my butt lifted up.

Just a few moments later, my body stiffened, my back arched, and I threw my head back as an unbelievable orgasm hit me with full force.

"Uuuurrrrghhhhhh...," I groaned as the tsunami of pleasure crashed into me. My body thrashed around as I came hard, his hands holding me in place like an anchor. I couldn't believe he had me cumming in a minute. I had never cum so quickly before.

It took longer than usual for me to recover from the orgasm. When I opened my eyes, Baba was sitting at my feet, looking at me, waiting for me to recover. I was still speechless from the phenomenon I had just experienced, but before I could say anything, he got between my feet and threw my legs over his shoulders. He grabbed my thighs with both hands and then leaned into my pussy.

"Aaaahhhh..." I moaned as I felt his flat tongue on my pussy. I grabbed his head instinctively and pulled him in.

He had me moaning and trembling in no time. His tongue licked my clit incessantly while his hands got busy squeezing my boobs. His fingers pinched and twisted my nipples, and he inserted his tongue inside my vagina while his nose rubbed against my clit. He tongue fucked me and I felt his long tongue wriggling and moving deep inside.

"Babaaa... I'm cumming... yeaaahh... don't stop..." I moaned, clutching his thick hair with my hands, provoking him to lick faster.

This time again, the orgasm was as intense, if not more, than the first. My body bucked and thrashed wildly as I came from the second orgasm in quick succession. Baba held down my body with his hands or else I would have fallen down from the sofa. Baba looked up at me. His face was smeared with my juices and his moustache glistened.

"You are a liar, Baba..." I said as he kneeled up and wrapped his arms around me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs behind his back.

"Why do you say that?" he asked with a chuckle.

"There is no way you've never licked a pussy before," I replied.

"I swear I never have," he replied.

"Then how are you so good at it?" I asked.

"I just followed my instincts. I hope you liked it," he replied.

"Oooohhh... I loved it, Baba..." I said and pulled him into a kiss.

Our heads tilted as our lips met to kiss. It was a pure post orgasmic, blissful kiss. It was intense, passionate and affectionate.

He broke the kiss and squeezed my tits. He then locked his mouth onto one of my nipples and started sucking it. My more than a handful of breasts fit right into his large hands, which he squeezed and fondled as he sucked them.

"Aaaahhhh... ssssss... yess... suck them, Baba..." I sighed as I ran my hand through his hair and pulled him closer.

His lips smacked as he pulled on my nipples while sucking them. His tongue rolled around my areola and flicked my tongue.

"Suck on this one too," I said as I squeezed my left breast before pulling his head and feeding it into his waiting mouth.

He sucked, licked, fondled and pawed at my breasts for several minutes, turning them red and sore.

"What do you want to do next?" he asked as he stopped sucking my breasts.

"I want to suck your cock," I whispered.

Just as he stood up, we heard the ringtone of his cell phone. "Must be Suman," he said as he walked over to the table and grabbed his phone.

"Yes, dear," he said over the phone. "Just relaxing. It was a long journey, so I took a shower to freshen up," he said as he stood in front of me with his erect cock pointing at me.

I quickly sat up and took his thick tool in my mouth and started sucking it, albeit slowly and leisurely while my dear sasurji spoke to my sasuma on the phone. They made small talk - she asked him about the journey, and he asked her about her day, all the while moving his hips, shoving his cock inside my mouth.

They spoke about the journey, the wedding and other things as I kept myself busy sucking his cock, mindful of not making any loud slurping noises. I noticed that Baba's cock was stiffer and more erect while he spoke to Aai; it was as if this situation turned him on even more. With his phone in one hand and my head in another, he kept fucking my mouth in slow strokes.

"Shalini is right here. She went to her room to freshen up, but now she's here. We are going down for dinner," he said. I looked up to him, wondering what Aai would say knowing that I was in the room.

"Ya... here... speak to her," he said and handed me the phone. I tried to avoid speaking as this was beyond fucked up, but he handed me the phone anyway.

"Good evening, Aai. How are you?" I asked as my left hand slowly stroked his erection.

"Haan beta... I am good, but still tired after the wedding. Just had dinner and now I'm about to go to sleep. How are you? How was the journey?" she asked, unaware that her husband and daughter-in-law were having sex even while speaking to her.

"We are also about to go down to the restaurant for dinner. We are also tired and will go to sleep soon," I replied and sucked on Baba's cock head. I knew how wrong and sinful this was, but my carnal urges had completely suppressed my morality.

"Are you eating something, beta?" she asked, hearing me slurp.

"Hmmm... It's so hot here that I ordered an ice cream. I'm eating that right now," I replied without any qualms.

"Accha alright? Did Rahul call you?" she asked.

"No... not yet... he usually calls late... after getting home," I replied.

I noticed Baba's cock twitching and getting stiffer. I realised he was getting close. This phone call with Aai and my blowjob were so depraved that it must have pushed him towards the orgasm. Sensing his urgency, I cut short my conversation with Aai.

"Okay Aai. We will go for dinner now... I'm hungry for some mayonnaise sandwiches," I replied cheekily.

"Okay... good night, beta... enjoy," she said.

"Oh, yes... we will enjoy... our meals..." I replied before disconnecting the call.

"Mayonnaise huh?" Baba asked as soon as I cut the call. I looked up at him and winked before jerking his cock vigorously a couple of times.

"Aaaah... Beta... I'm close... I'll cum shortly..." he moaned as his cock twitched in my hands.

"No problem, Baba... go ahead and cum." I replied. I wrapped both my hands around his shaft and started wringing it while my tight lips sucked on the glans.

"Oohh... if you keep going like this... I'll end up cumming in your mouth," he said.

"Ummhmm..." I said and nodded while my hands and mouth worked overtime to make him cum.

The very thought that he was about to cum in my mouth and that I wanted it that way pushed him over the edge. I realised it when his cock started leaking more precum on my tongue like a stream of water leaks out before the dam bursts.

"Urrrmm... aaahh..." he groaned loudly as the dam burst. I felt the first shot of cum hit the back of my throat with force, followed by a thicker jet and then another. I pulled his cock out of my mouth and two more thick ropes of cum landed on my cheeks and nose, followed by another shooting up to my forehead. A couple of more landed on my face, covering it with his viscous jizz. He slipped his spurting cock back into my open mouth and it kept leaking more and more cum albeit with dwindling force and urgency.

Baba was standing with his hands on his lower back and his crotch pushed out as he deposited his cum inside my mouth. His eyes were closed, his head thrown back and his hips bucked with each spurt of cum. A few seconds later his orgasm ended and cum trickled out of his cock and his erection started subsiding. I continued sucking softly, enjoying the feeling of his flaccid cock in my mouth as it spewed the remaining cum out of his balls. I sucked on, cleaning every drop and smear of cum.

"Haaaaaa..." he gave out a loud sigh of satisfaction as he fell on the couch next to me. He looked at my cum covered face with an amused expression and raised eyebrows. I giggled in response. He quickly got up from the couch and fetched me a towel to wipe my face. I took it and walked to the washroom.

I stood in front of the mirror and watched as the now water-cum mix trickled down my face. It was almost covering my entire face. I already had consumed a mouthful of his cum and savoured its mildly salty taste, yet I couldn't resist scooping up more cum from my cheeks and licking my finger. After having my fill of ejaculate, I washed my face and walked out. He was still sitting on the sofa, and I joined him, curled up in his arms.

"You young girls are unbelievable," he said.

"Haha... why do you say that.?" I was a little amused.

"You have hairless bodies, especially the pubic mound. You have no hesitation about oral sex, and you enjoy sex like men do," he replied.

I understood his surprise. He belonged to a conservative generation that had sex only to procreate. Women from his generation were shy and submissive and not as open about sex like women of my generation.

"I hope you liked it," I asked.

"Oh, I loved it. I've never cum like that before... ever and I mean every word of what I said," he said, and I was sure he wasn't lying. His stiff erection and explosive orgasm were testament.

"And how has this old man done so far?" he asked.

"This "old man" can give any young man a run for his money," I said, air quoting "old man". He surely could rival men decades younger than him with his virality. "But can this old man give a repeat performance?" I asked teasingly, running my index finger around his flaccid cock.

"Wanna bet?" he asked, looking at me.

"Hahahaha..." I said and gently slapped his chest. He pulled me into an embrace and kissed me. I too wrapped my arms around him and returned the kiss.

We made out on the couch for a few moments, mixed in with fondling and caressing. After a few minutes, I broke the kiss and asked him, "I'm hungry. Should we eat something?"

"Sure... let me place an order," he said as he got up and walked to the bedside telephone.

I got up and started walking to the bathroom. I turned around and said, "Don't order a heavy meal. I don't want my old man to be lethargic," and winked. He smirked at me.

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"Ummmm... mmmmm...," I moaned as slurped on his rapidly growing cock. I looked back but couldn't see his face. I could only see the curve of my ass and his hands firmly planted on it. But I could feel his tongue rolling and wriggling on my dripping pussy as we sixty nined each other. It was of course my idea, and he was happy to indulge.

We had a light dinner during which we wore bathrobes. We ate slowly and leisurely, knowing we had the entire night to ourselves. After dinner, we relaxed a bit, making small talk before slowly drifting towards round two.

I moved my hips, rubbing my wet pussy in his face as he expertly licked it. I was getting close to an orgasm, but I wanted more. I wanted to feel his stiff, hard, girthy cock inside me, something that I had imagined for several days now.

I was gladly surprised at how quickly he had regained his erection at his age, especially after such an intense orgasm. I was in disbelief for some time, but it was now in my mouth to suck and in my hands to feel. I had marvelled at it enough and now I wanted to be pounded by it.

I quickly got off him and turned around. I swung my left leg over him and placed it firmly next to his hip. With my feet planted solidly on the bed, I hovered my eager pussy a couple of inches above him. I was shaking a bit because I was so close to an orgasm when I stopped. I lowered myself till I felt his cock brush against my nether lips and I visibly shuddered.

"I am not wearing a condom, Shalu..." he warned as the tip of his spear slowly spread my lips open as I lowered myself. I registered his words but couldn't speak. The anticipation of being impaled on his thick cock had kept me on my edge.

"Ummpp... Doesn't... matter," I replied as my body trembled as his mushroom-like cock head breached my vagina and started sliding in. I trembled as I slowly lowered inch after inch. The pending orgasm started building and catching up fast.

As the glans and the shaft rubbed my insides, my orgasm kept building up till the point I was just on the edge. My trembling body couldn't take it anymore and I sat down, taking his entire length inside me in one stroke and that made me cum, and cum hard.

I collapsed on Baba's chest and my body started sucking wildly as the orgasm swept over me. It was so intense that no voice came out of my open mouth. His girth was so remarkable that it triggered every nerve inside my pussy, and I came from just being penetrated.

I kept trembling and shaking for a few moments while the orgasm lasted. My head was on Baba's chest while his hands were around me in a tight embrace. I stayed still as my pussy was still getting used to his size, but Baba had other plans.

He raised his thighs, grabbed my butt cheeks and started thrusting slowly from under. I raised my butt, giving him the perfect angle for penetration. And that's how our coitus began.

"Ummm... hmmmm... Aaah... Babaa..." I moaned and raised my head after breaking our kiss. Baba's beefy cock scraped my insides, sliding in and out so smoothly in my perfectly lubricated pussy. His right hand was across my back while his left hand had clutched the hair at the back of my head as he pounded my cheating cunt.

Our faces were inches apart and we joined our lips in bouts of passionate kisses with moans and grunts weaved in. He caught my tongue with his lips and sucked on it, and I repeated the same on him. Our lips were smeared with each other's saliva that we so hungrily exchanged with our mouths.

I broke the kiss and slowly sat up, taking control. He stopped moving his hips at the same time as I started moving mine. The timing was so perfect that no stroke was missed, as if we had practiced it before.

As I sat up, I placed my hands on his chest, running my fingers through the thick, grey hair. He too brought his hands up and cupped my breasts. His fingers pinched and twisted my taut nipples, adding to the pleasure his cock was giving me.

I was vigorously moving my hips back and forth, side by side and in circles, feeling his cock touch every inch of my pussy. I had never felt a cock so deep inside me. I could clearly feel it touch places inside that had never been touched and its girth stretched me out like never before. I felt a barrage of new sensations I had never experienced. The best part was that in spite of the large dimensions of his cock, it fit inside me perfectly and I felt no discomfort in taking him in and that made it even more perfect.

I moved my hips vigorously, cooing and moaning happily as my father-in-law took to heights of pleasure I had never felt before. He kept himself busy fondling my breasts, waist and ass, occasionally slapped my behind, evoking a happy gasp from me.

Even as I was gyrating my hips on his cock, I tied my hair in a bunch. I stopped, placed my feet firmly on the bed next to his hips and started bouncing on his cock. I looked down to see a pool of thick, white gooey mess had accumulated at the base of his cock.

'Pch... pch... pch... pch...' The sound of our slapping, mushy genitals echoed in the room mixed with my grunts of ecstasy as I slammed my hips harder into his.

"Ohhhh... this is so amazing... better than I had fantasized..." Baba said as he sat up and kissed me.

"Ohhh... you used to fantasize about me?" I asked as we wrapped our arms around each other in embrace.

"All the time," he said before cupping my breasts with his strong hands.

I pushed my chest in his face, and he instantly locked his lips on my nipple. He sucked and licked my breasts hungrily, looking up at me as he indulged. I ran my hand through my lover's hair lovingly. The pace of our mating had slowed as I slowly moved my hips as he sucked on my tits one after another.

With one last loud slurp he pulled back from my breasts and then pushed me back. I leaned back and locked my fingers behind his neck. He too leaned back a little and started pushing my hips back and forth with his hands.

"Awwww... I can feel it rub against my g spot..." I moaned and started moving my hips faster. I could clearly feel his tumescent glan stroke my sweet spot with each upward stroke. "Oohh... ohh nooo... yeaaahh... aaahaa..." I wailed incoherently as a torrent of pleasure crashed into me.

The pleasure was so intense that my body started jerking uncontrollably. I raised my hips hard and his cock slipped out just as I came.

"Aaarrrrggghhhh..." I screamed as my back arched and a strong jet of fluid spurt out of my pussy in Baba's direction, landing on his abdomen and chest and a little bit on his face. I fell back on the bed, writing and shaking from the orgasm.

It took me a couple of minutes to recover and when I opened my eyes, I thought I'd see an annoyed Baba but to my surprise, he had a wide smile on his face, an expression of pleasant shock. His chest and abdomen were wet and smeared in my juices and some of it was trickling down. The bed under me was wet and a complete mess.

My eyes fell upon his cock, still stiff and proud, standing like a flagpole, raring to go. I quickly got up and jumped into Baba's arms and kissed him hard. I slid down and took his cock inside my mouth. This cock was giving me pleasure I had never felt before, not even with my husband. My sixty-year-old father in law's cock was far better than any man I had experienced. I sucked his cock, showering it with love, sucking it, kissing it, slobbering it with my saliva and getting it ready for another bout of mind numbing sex.

"Get on your hands and knees on the edge of the bed," he commanded, reached over and patted my butt.

I, being the dutiful daughter in law and an obedient slut, immediately complied. I shuffled towards the edge of the bed and kneeled in the desired position with legs hanging out below the knees. Baba got off the other side of the bed and walked around towards me. As he stood behind me, I felt his large hands grab my ass cheeks. He caressed them and gave them a couple of spanks before stepping forward.

I felt the tip of his cock sliding up and down my slit before he placed it at the entrance of my hole. My impatience got the better of me and I pushed my ass back into him, allowing his cock to slide in entirely. He chuckled at my eagerness before gripping my hips. He started ploughing my cunt, slowly at first, picking up pace after every dozen or so strokes. By the third or fourth dozen, he was pounding me hard, just the way I wanted it; deep, hard and forceful.

"Uuhh... uhh... aah... aah... aah..." I grunted as Baba slammed his cock balls deep inside me stroke after stroke.

'Phat... phat... phat...' The room was filled with vulgar sounds of our colliding genitals.

His strokes weren't fast but rather slow, deep and hard. He would pull his cock all the way back before slamming it back in and did so at a consistent pace. I took every slam gleefully, moaning and grunting.

He stopped and pushed me forward, gesturing me to move forward. I crawled forward on the bed, and he climbed behind me. He held my hips and raised my ass. I was ass up and face down on the bed with Baba crouching behind me.

He lowered himself and pointed his cock downward and then entered me. This time he was slow and deliberate. He would plunge his cock inside a couple of times and then move his hips clockwise and plunge it back again after a couple of strokes before rotating his hip the other way. He did that and also moved sideways, mixing his moves expertly, touching every nerve inside my delicate pussy. His thick cock stuffed me nicely and his moves stretched them. I stayed in that position, enjoying the skilful raw dogging with closed eyes, a smile on my face and hands clutching the bedsheet.

He leaned over me and placed his hands on my back, pressing me down with his weight. That position gave him the correct angle and room to pound me harder and that's what he did.

"Plop... plop... plop... plop..." his balls slapped against my swollen cunt with each hard thrust. He was swinging his hips back and forth, slamming his cock into me deeper and faster in that position.

"Aaaaaahh... mmmpppp..." I bit my lips as the pain and pleasure surged over me.

He kneeled behind me, grabbed my arms and pulled me back, raising my upper body. He started pounding me hard, pistoning in and out of me. My eyes were still closed and my head hung low as Baba fucked me. I whimpered and cooed in delight as my father-in-law gave me a well deserved pounding towards an orgasm.

"Aahaa.aah... haa... I'm... cum... mm... ming..." I managed to cry out in the middle of it.

Hearing those words, Baba went into overdrive, fucking me harder and that made me cum even harder. My body thrashed and bucked but he held it firm in his grip, not letting me collapse. He kept fucking me throughout the orgasm and I kept cumming and cumming and moaning and moaning till I ran out of breath and energy.

He finally stopped and pulled out. He sat on the bed quietly, catching his breath while I did the same lying sideways on the bed. A few moments later he got up. I held his hand and pulled him closer. I raised myself on my forearm and wrapped my other hand around his butt and pulled him closer to me before taking his cock inside my mouth. I started sucking his cock vigorously, tasting a mix of our juices on it.

"You sure love sucking cock," he said, running his hand through my hair.

"Ummhmm... this one in particular," I said and got back to sucking it. I sucked his cock for a minute before he pulled back and I laid down on the bed facing him. He knelt down next to me and started sucking my boobs hungrily.

"Are you really sixty years old Baba?" I asked with astonishment, gently twirling a lock of my hair with my fingers. My other hand ran through his hair as he licked and bit my nipples.

"Wanna bet?" he asked as he sat up, held my waist and pulled me back up on my fours, facing the headboard. He crawled behind me as I got into the desired position.

"Hahaha... Nooo way... it was a bet that landed me here," I said looking back at him.

"I didn't hear any complaints," he said as he got into position. I put my tongue out mockingly.

"Doggy again?" I asked as I reached back with my hands and spread my ass cheeks.

"I told you how much I love it, and you're just perfect for it," he said as he ran his hand on my left butt cheeks before slapping it hard.

"Owww... hahaha..." I moaned. Seeing my acceptive response he spanked my other butt cheek making me moan harder.

"You liked it, didn't you.? He asked as he fondled my large, upturned ass.

"Hmmmmmmm..." I hummed pleasantly.

"This is what I call a married woman's ass. A child bearing, married woman's ass," he said as he squeezed my butt cheeks. I was pleased and a bit embarrassed by his words.

"Baba... don't keep me waiting anymore please..." I looked back and pleaded to him.

"As you wish Beta," he said and stepped forward between my legs.

-

"Aaah... yessss... Ba... ba... don't stoppp... fuckkk meeee..." I wailed as my father-in-law fucked me hard.

My wet hair was yanked back and bunched into his right hand. His left hand held on to my left shoulder as he fucked me with all his strength and might.

He had been fucking me in that position for several minutes. He didn't stop, he didn't slow down, he simply kept pounding my pussy consistently in top gear. The bed creaked loudly as he bred me. While he stayed on his knees throughout, I kept changing my posture. I went from ass up, face down, to being on my hands and then yanked up with my hands and hair pulled back. I liked being fucked in doggy before but now I completely loved it. I loved how his lean, muscular hip slammed against my soft, cushiony butt and I craved it more.

By now I was completely drenched in sweat despite the air conditioning being in full blast. I could feel drops of his sweat falling on my ass and even though I couldn't turn back and look at him, I was sure he was sweating as much as I was.

Even though my mind was clouded with a feeling of unbridled pleasure, I couldn't help but wonder if I was born in the wrong generation. At that moment I wished he were younger, I wished he was my man, I wished I was his woman. If he could fuck me like this at this age, I wondered how good he would be in his youth. Even though we were separated by a generation and marital relations, at that moment he was my man, and I was his woman or rather his bitch considering how he was fucking me. This wasn't love making, this was a man and woman fucking senseless.

Just as we were copulating non-stop, I heard the phone ring in the midst of the cacophonous mating. It was the standard iPhone ringtone. It was my phone, and I knew who was calling me at this time of the night - my husband. At first, we ignored it as neither of us were in the mood to stop.

"Aarrggh... yess Baba... yess... keep going... I love this... keep fucking your Bahu... yaaaa..." I moaned even as the phone started ringing again.

"This is so good... your pussy feels so good... I want my Bahurani's pussy every day," he groaned as he kept pounding me. We both could hear the mobile phone blaring on the table behind us but neither cared to acknowledge it.

"Ohhh yess... you can have my pussy... any day... anyhow but just don't stop now... I'm gonna cum..." I hollered back.

"Yessss... cum for me... cum for your sasurji..." he said and started fucking me harder. My wails grew louder as I inched closer to my orgasm.

"Aaaaah fffuuuuccckkkk... aaarrgghhmmmm..." I screamed loudly. My back arched and my eyes went white as the orgasm, much stronger than the earlier ones hit me. I almost conked out, momentarily unaware of everything around me, including my ringing phone.

When it ended, I found myself lying on the bed, flat on my stomach with Baba on top of me, still fucking me but albeit slower than before. I glanced back at him. He had raised himself on his hands and his lower body was at an acute angle to mine. He had fucked me through the orgasm and still kept going.

"Who is calling you again and again at this time?" he asked.

"Your son," I replied and looked up at him.

He looked down at me and lowered his head and kissed me. Our kiss lingered for several seconds even as he continued ploughing my pussy. After he broke the kiss, he increased his speed and that triggered another orgasm for me. I couldn't believe how my body was reacting. Usually after an orgasm, my pussy is sore and sensitive. I never allowed Rahul to fuck me again so soon after an orgasm but with Baba, it seemed my body was resetting itself instantly after each orgasm. He fucked me through another small orgasm before he stopped. He fell on the bed next to me and I quickly went into his arms.

"That was amazing Baba..." I said as I placed a gentle kiss on his lips and lovingly wiped the sweat from his face and chest.

"Years of discipline and regular exercise have finally borne fruit," he said, and we both burst out laughing.

"By the way... you should call him back," he said.

"What... now? In this condition?" I replied. I was drenched in sweat, naked and heaving.

"Yeaah... he has called you twice or thrice now. If you don't respond he might get worried and call Aai and then she would call me. Instead, just call him and keep it brief," he said.

I nodded my head and got off the bed. The cellphone was on a small couch side table. I picked up the cellphone and noticed it was a video call. A devious idea spawned in my mind, and I dialled a video call. I took a few deep breaths to normalise. As soon as the camera switched on, I lowered the phone which only showed my face and a little below my shoulder and mainly it hid Baba behind me.

"Hi..." Rahul said as he received the call. He was in bed, about to sleep.

"Hi baby..." I replied.

"Why are you wet?" he asked, looking at my wet face and hair.

"Ooh... I was just in the shower. That's why I'm all wet," I replied. Little did he know.

"Oooohhhh... so you're naked?" he asked mischievously.

"That's right," I replied. But his father was seeing me naked too.

"Show me," he asked.

"What? Now?" I replied.

"Yeaaah... please..." he pleaded.

"Okay okay," I replied and carefully lowered the phone to show my breasts. Lucky for me, the bite marks on my nipples weren't visible on camera. I was careful not to reveal the background.

Just as I was busy with Rahul. I felt something behind me. I looked back to see Baba kneeling behind me. I felt his fingers pry open my butt cheeks and moments later I felt his nose probing my ass crack and then with his tongue

"Show me a little more," Rahul said, bringing my attention back to him.

"No... enough for now. And there's nothing new you haven't seen before," I said. If I tilted the camera even a little more, Baba would be visible, and I simply couldn't take the chance. There was still a risk of being spotted so I turned around. With the camera facing me and Baba in front of me, there was little risk of him being spotted.

"C'mon now Shalini..." he pleaded. I heard a faint chuckle from Baba below who by now had dug his face in my pussy.

"No... anyway... how was your day?" I cut him and changed the topic.

Rahul started telling me about his day while his father got busy with my pussy. It was even more depraved than my call with Aai sometime back because this time I was on video, buck naked in front of my husband and my father-in-law was on his knees between my legs, licking my pussy.

"Owww..." I cried out after Baba bit my clit. I closed my eyes as he toyed with it expertly.

"What happened?" Rahul asked.

"Ummm... nothing... just stubbed my toe against the couch," I barely managed to speak in the midst of pleasure.

Baba's expert cunnilingus in front of Rahul kick started my orgasm. My breathing started to get erratic.

"Are you alright dear?" My husband asked, noticing my strange behaviour.

"Aaah... yeeah... feeling a bit dizzy. I had a tiring day and a long hot shower... ummmmppp..." I struggled to reply.

"Where's Baba?" he asked.

"In his room," I replied. I quickly glanced down and saw Baba's smeared lips on my pussy.

"Call him if you need anything," Rahul said out of concern.

"Yeah... Rahul... I... I... have to go..." I said as my orgasm got closer.

"Alright... Bye ba..." I cut the call before he could finish and threw the phone on the couch next to me.

I clutched Baba's hair, spread my legs, and crouched a little to allow him more room.

"Ummmmmm..." I moaned as my legs started to get weak and I struggled to stand.

I rubbed my crotch in his face, and he hungrily devoured my pussy till moments later, I came.

He suddenly stopped and stood up. He pushed me against the nearest wall. He raised my left leg on his arm before bending his knees and plunging his cock deep inside me. I grabbed him for support as I stood on one leg while his third leg went in and out of me.

"Aaaah... aaah... ummmm... aaah..." I moaned between kisses. His lips were just an inch away from mine. I could feel his warm breath on my face as we stood eye to eye.

I was nearing an orgasm when he changed positions. He turned me around, bent me over and started fucking me with the same intensity, keeping my budding orgasm alive. He grabbed my shoulders and pounded away as hard and fast as he could. All I did was looking back and moan at my man.

"Aaaahhaaaa..." I moaned and shook visibly as Baba continued his onslaught. The orgasms were getting weaker but were still strong enough to knock me down. I fell into Baba's arms as the orgasm ended. He embraced me tightly as I recovered.

We walked to the bed. He grabbed a couple bottles of water and handed me one.

"That was close. I was video calling Baba," I said after gulping down the water.

"He didn't notice anything so why are you worried? And I know you enjoyed it," he said after emptying his bottle.

"Yeaah... it is strangely arousing to speak to the spouse when being fucked by his father," I said with a blushing smile.

"I know. I experienced the same arousal sometime back," he replied. "I want to cum now..." Baba said as he pulled me close.

"Finally... you're ready to burst out," I replied as I wrapped my arms around him and kissed him. I had heard that older men take longer to cum, but I was witnessing it for the first time and Baba's fitness only added to his sexual endurance. This was by far the best sex I had, perhaps even better than my husband.

As we kissed, my hand was busy stroking his erection, preparing it for the final act. We broke the kiss, and Baba pushed me onto the bed. I shuffled back and he followed me. I grabbed a few pillows on the bed and placed a couple under my head and handed him one. I raised my hips, and he slid the pillow under me. I spread my legs apart and he quickly took position and entered me.

This time Baba started slowly and tenderly. He leaned forward and we kissed. My arms wrapped around his back while my heels dug into his butt as he made love to me.

He sat up and slowly started gaining pace. The pillows under propped my head up. The mangalsutra that his son put on me wriggled between my tits with each stroke. Beyond the gentle mound of my tummy, I could see his cock going smoothly in and out of my pussy. It was covered in my juices, wet and sticky.

I looked up at him, his half open mouth, his wet moustache, his sweat covered face, the thin gold chain dangling from his neck, his lean body pressed against me. I kept looking at him appreciatively and I just said what first came to my mind.

"Baba... cum inside me. Make me your woman... mark me as your property... unload inside me..." I said and pulled him for a kiss. We shared a deep, intimate kiss even as he continued fucking me.

After he broke the kiss, he started fucking me faster. I sensed he was just moments away from much needed and much deserved release. I dug my heels deeper into his butt and held him tightly.

"Cum... cum for me... cum inside me. Whenever you want to empty your balls, you come to me, okay? I'll always be ready for you," I confessed.

"Yeaah..." he nodded and sat up straight. He grabbed my tits and squeezed them tight and stared fuckin me hard. His strokes were shallow and erratic, and I knew he was about to erupt.

A dozen strokes later he plunged his cock completely inside me and started spurting. His eyes were closed, head hung low, and his face winced, and he groaned with each thick spurt of ejaculate. I could feel his cock twitch and spasm as he plastered my insides with his semen. His grip on my tits grew tighter as his orgasm peaked, making me squeal in pain too.

He kept erupting, shooting jets after jets of virile jizz straight into my pussy. After a dozen spurts or so, he collapsed on top of me, covering my entire body with his. I could feel his thumping heart and heavy breath as he recovered from the massive orgasm.

He exchanged tender kisses even as the last drops of cum trickled out of his cock. He nuzzled and sucked my breasts, still stroking inside me. I felt his erection subside inside me and his cock slipped out, pulling out some jizz with it, which trickled down my crack and pooled on the bed. He crawled over me and straddled me, bringing his cum covered, semi erect cock in my face. I eagerly leaned forward and started sucking him, cleaning it with my mouth till his cock went flaccid.

We finally got off the bed and looked back at the mess we made. The bed was full of cum, sweat and squirt stains. We both laughed heartily at the difficult job the cleaning staff had cut out for them. Baba simply pulled out the bed sheet and threw it on the floor.

-

After cleaning up, we laid down on the bed in each other's arms, exchanging tender kisses and praising each other for the unbelievable sexual satisfaction.

"When are you going back?" he asked.

"I have tickets for the day after," I replied.

"Can't you stay back a few more days?" he asked gently, caressing my naked back.

"Maybe... I'll see what I can do," I replied, running my hand on his chest.

"But wouldn't it be risky in the house with Aai and everyone else around?" I asked.

"I'll see what I can do?" he replied and winked at me.

"So, Baba... with Nikhil married, you have completed your fatherly duties. What next?" I asked.

"I am definitely not going to retire but I'm thinking of taking a back seat from work. Relax a bit, go on vacation," he replied.

"That's a nice plan," I replied.

"Your Aai wants to go on a pilgrimage," he said with a tone.

"Then what's wrong?" I asked.

"I don't mind a pilgrimage, but this one is four months long. A week is enough... not four months. And Suman is hell bent on going with her ladies' group and taking me along with them," he said.

"Well... I have an idea. When Aai goes on her four-month long pilgrimage, you can come and stay with us," I said. "You know... I can give you company... I'm usually lonely these days when Rahul goes on his long tours," I added with raised eyebrows.

He immediately looked at me and my naughty smile made my plan and intention very clear.

"Of course. I would love to spend time with my favourite Bahu, and you know how much I enjoy your company," he replied

"Sounds like a plan," I said and giggled.

"Indeed," he said and laughed.

We talked for some time before drifting to sleep in each other's arms.

-

"Baba... we need to stop... we need to check out within fifteen minutes," I said as I looked at her clock on the bedside table. I was saying this even as my arms and legs were wrapped tightly around Baba as he fucked me.

It was the morning after, and we woke up late; not only because of the hectic romp last night but because Baba woke me up in the middle of the night to satisfy his carnal urges which I also happily obliged. We skipped foreplay and went straight for the main course. He fucked me for several minutes in doggy style, a position which he loved and which I had come to love as much as he did. He pounded my pussy till he came inside me again.

When we woke up, we got back to fornicating and now it was nearing noon, and we were still at it. Baba was insatiable and kept pounding me.

"Baba... aaahaa... Baba..." I kept pleading.

"Pch... hand me that phone," he said as he stopped and pulled out.

I reached over to the bedside table and grabbed the landline phone and handed it to him.

"Get on your hands and knees," he ordered.

"Again? Can't get enough of my ass I guess," I taunted as I got into position.

"Not nearly enough," he said before placing the phone on my upturned ass which made me giggle.

"Hello... Front Desk? I am calling from Room 904. I would like to extend our stay for another day... uhu... yeah... thank you..." he said and disconnected. He threw the phone on the bed next to us.

"Happy now Shalu?" he said, patting my butt.

"Very happy," I replied as I felt the tip of his cock pierce my pussy.